By Star of David
Date: 2018 May 23
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sitting on your bed
watching you dress

the sound of rain around us
falling heavy, a premonition

you turn your head sideways,
slowly they emerge

those knives,
four long stripes

whose fingernails
raked your skin?

why haven't they
gone all the way in?

dug deep into throat,
ripped out jugular?

let you bleed, die,
spare me this sight?

she has you
by the throat

you have me
by the heart