Constellations Of The Mind

What If I Killed You

What if I killed you- right now?

I could, you know.

I could pick a pretty knife out of the pretty drawer and make pretty cuts all over your pretty, pale face.

But you don't think I will.

You trust me, don't you?

You would never think of me as the type to harm someone.

I could take this pretty, shiny knife and plunge it deep into your chest.

But I probably won't.

You know that.

But I want you to know...

That I could.

That I might.