I almost picked up a knife last night.
A beautiful knife,
Sharp as wicked glass.
Carving wondrously.
Thin trails of deepest red,
Over skin blanched in light,
At night.
Last night.
I almost picked up a knife.
Last Night
I almost picked up a knife last night.
A beautiful knife,
Sharp as wicked glass.
Carving wondrously.
Thin trails of deepest red,
Over skin blanched in light,
At night.
Last night.
I almost picked up a knife.