Light poem collection

The girl who love knives

Pen knives in her breast pockets
Kitchen knives in her back pockets
Fighting knives put in a bag tied to her waist
Daggers underneath her trousers
All not far from her reach
For she always needed them.

At the sight of her, people tremble.
At the tale of her story, people marvel.
At the sound of her footsteps, people stumble
At the end of it all, it becomes a rumble.
For the stubble of some men had been troubled.

She slept with knives
She ate with knives
She cooked with knives
She played with knives

Her house is avoided like a plague
For knives are buried everywhere
Only her could walk into her house without getting injured.

She smiles as she hit a bull's eyes
She laughs at he splutters blood from his mouth
She smiles as she reminiscence his last moments
That moment when his life slowly drain out of him
The moment he looked at her in shock
As she pulled out her knife
It was a moment she would always relish
She had killed the foolish

We don't know how she came
We don't know how she can be tamed
We don't know her name
For she is known as the girl who love knives.