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.