The Silver KnifeA Poem by Aelia Darkshadow
I watch
as my best friend my close confidant picks up the silver knife. It gleams but dully as I see the flash the flash of the blade in her hand. I stare in disbelief as she advances towards me knife blade out shining with a cruel menace.... Then she picks up some bread then butters it then hands it to me. "Here you go!" she says cheerfully and we sit down amid the happy sidewalk walkers and continue with our breakfast.
© 2013 Aelia DarkshadowAuthor's Note
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Added on January 27, 2013Last Updated on January 27, 2013 AuthorAelia DarkshadowAlagaesya, AerasyaAboutI am a swimmer, a muffin, a good friend, a hostile enemy, a random jalapeno pepper, and an all around unicorn type person... You know, those people who you think are unicorns! I love to read and writ.. more..Writing
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