you plunged the blade through me; i did not cry,
i watched your hand, afraid the steel might bite
i feared for you before i feared to die
my chest lay torn, yet still my thoughts ran by
the tender skin your violence might indict
you plunged the blade through me; i did not cry
i could have shoved it free, the heavens know i tried,
but what if motion worsened your slight plight?
i feared for you before i feared to die
so motion stilled; i made of myself a lie,
to keep the metal fixed, the wound polite
you plunged the blade through me; i did not cry
i learned that silence is a form of why,
that peace can cost the body its own right
i feared for you before i feared to die
i held the knife where trembling ribs comply,
became its sheath, split open, kept you light
you plunged the blade through me; i did not cry
i feared for you before i feared to die
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 9:36 AM UTC
you plunged the blade through me; i did not cry,
i watched your hand, afraid the steel might bite
i feared for you before i feared to die
my chest lay torn, yet still my thoughts ran by
the tender skin your violence might indict
you plunged the blade through me; i did not cry
i could have shoved it free, the heavens know i tried,
but what if motion worsened your slight plight?
i feared for you before i feared to die
so motion stilled; i made of myself a lie,
to keep the metal fixed, the wound polite
you plunged the blade through me; i did not cry
i learned that silence is a form of why,
that peace can cost the body its own right
i feared for you before i feared to die
i held the knife where trembling ribs comply,
became its sheath, split open, kept you light
you plunged the blade through me; i did not cry
i feared for you before i feared to die
