Butcher Knives Are Such Simple Murder Weapons...

reloading... umm, for a contest forever ago....

(Oh, how it looked like a simple butcher knife)

Its blade

Gleaming

A sinister, unknowing

White

In its silver

Reflection

 

It looked like a simple butcher knife

As I laid it so delicately

In my hands

The hilt

Barely brushing

My fingers

As it slid down

To rest in

My palm

 

It looked like a simple butcher knife

The kind of thing

That people used to cut things with

But I was going to

Sever

Whatever was left

Of her

In you

Even if you were never mine

 

It looked like a simple butcher knife

As it dropped down your throat

From my hand

 

(My dear, do not keep

Dangerous knives

Lying around

Where you know

I can find them)