Have you ever looked down
And you're bleeding so profusely, that all you feel is shock.
"Oh. I didn't know that was there."
It comes in waves.
You realize you've been stabbed. You tilt your head wondering
When was this?
You realize the person you trust the most
Is holding that knife.
And you look up and down, at them and the knife so many times
first wave.
You realize they've stabbed you.
Why?
another wave.
they stand over you as you drop to your knees, in your puddle.
another wave.
you look up at them, taking in everything you love about them as they look back with a dark and blank look. Who have you become?
another wave.
you think, they wouldn't do this to me.
but you watch as they take that knife out and walk away.
last wave.
you fall over in blood and tears. but at least you've died to their touch, right?
...
another wave.
you realize you must live with this wound for the rest of your life.
no matter how many times you close it up, people love to poke and prod at it. and every now and then?
another wave.
