With a flick of her wrist it opens, elaborately
stylized. The handle, painted gold, is etched
with long-stemmed, red roses, coloured by her
kiss. She fans her cheek with its edge, pausing
over the bed. Moonlight caresses her contours,
white silk bleeds through drawn curtains.
I lay oblivious, wrapped in empty dreams
The last words I heard were hers; I watched
them escape her lips. She said,
"You took my heart without asking."
And tears welled in her eyes. Pools of
pain and misery adulterating.
She strokes my face affectionately
and kisses me with a blood soaked lip.
Awash with vanilla venom, she drops the
butterfly knife and leaves me
breathless one last time.
Stealing the beat of my heart.
