in
one
swift
motion
a
bloody
knife falls on
the
floor, life escaping freely
flows
out leaving you
with
a hush
stop
quiet
nothing
not a word
you need to quit that
quiet
nothing
not a word
you need to quit that
blabbering
and stop the crying
no
more complaining
muffle
your
screams
by
stuffing
your
mouth or
putting
a plastic
bag
over your head
or do I slice your throat in a
or do I slice your throat in a
funny
little way
like
a grin
from
ear
to
ear
no
more
screams
to
hear
dropping
the
knife on the floor,
I
step back, admire my mess
where
chaos collides
with
beauty
in
a
deadly
kiss,
playing
wistfully
off the
whole
idea that she is dead, still
a
masterpiece
without
or
with
her
head
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© 2013 by Patrick B Vince
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