A woman and a knife:
The blade glistens,
ever sharply
in the rain that is pouring from heaven.
Her black hair sticks smartly
to the sides of a sharp face.
I trace my gaze
over a smart mouth
with red lips.
But her dark eyes
never falter with such desire.
Her cold stare ever fixated
on the knife's destination:
My chest.
Mar 7, 2023
Mar 7, 2023 at 5:08 PM UTC
A woman and a knife:
The blade glistens,
ever sharply
in the rain that is pouring from heaven.
Her black hair sticks smartly
to the sides of a sharp face.
I trace my gaze
over a smart mouth
with red lips.
But her dark eyes
never falter with such desire.
Her cold stare ever fixated
on the knife's destination:
My chest.
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