Knife.
Such beauty in a small sharp blade.
Shining in the sun so bright it's blinding.
I feel your cold metal gliding against my warm thigh.
Letting you open a small wound and watching the small red river flow.
For this is a different kind of pleasure.
You sparkle with the red stain, my beautiful knife.
YOU ARE READING
Hopeless Reality
PoezjaHere's a little reminder of the things that mean most to you, in case you forgot. My deepest thoughts spewed into this book. A book dedicated to my future self. Thank you for listening.
