The three of us are now tied

together all our lives

by the ritual performed on that night.

Liquor and despair.

the blood that we shared

it seems insane when seen in daylight.

I’d been drinking 151

so my body was numb

as I took that blade in my grip.

And I couldn’t feel

the cold touch of the steel

or my blood as it started to drip.

By what were we compelled?

I just cannot tell.

I’m sure nothing like it will happen again.

It was a strange sort of madness

I don’t know what possessed us.

We haven’t dared to speak of it since then.