Thursday 30 January 2020

A Knife




She plunged a knife into my heart
And as I die
I know not how or why

I was mad in trusting one unknown
Unknowing till I felt the relentless drive

Her eyes were cold
Her face a mask
My own hand holds the knife

And now I can but gaze at the pool of blood
Unable to wonder how or why

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