Machete

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My beginning, sweetheart 

Will be your end.

I assure you.


This line that connects us,

This slope we stand on,

Is treacherous.


Your spoken words,

Hookah ethers on my lips

A fantasy. A lie.


You fooled me once.

But you won't fool me again,

Now that I've seen you for what you are.


A figurine worth

A pinch of rock salt.

To think I'd have died for you!


Dear God,

What a waste it would've been!

This moment is the beginning of my freedom;


My liberty from your dirty hands.

Does this hurt your ego?

Your pride?


Can't help it. Never have.

I am a machete,

After all.

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