By Rebecca Starr
I tell you
I love you
As the point of your blade
Pierces my hairline,
A thick drop of blood
Trickling its way down my forehead.
I whisper
I’m sorry
As the tip of your blade
Slices down my face,
A fiery split
Erupting from my body’s core.
I promise
It’s my fault
As the edge of your blade
Jabs into my gut,
A surge of metal
Flooding saliva in my mouth.
I beg you
Forgive me
As the spine of your blade
Clamors to the floor,
A buckle of knees
Crumbling my body beside it.
I exhale
I forgive you
As the force of your pull
Wains with your retreat,
A collapse of lungs
Releasing me from your power.