I was sitting on a bench in the park. She walked past me, nodding briefly. I just stared back at her face, her beautiful face, speechless. As I trailed behind her, she noticed and walked a bit faster. I sped up as well. The speed kept increasing and increasing until we were both in full sprint. She stopped abruptly; as did I before I ran into her. When I looked down, there was a knife in me-- in her hand, the handle. She left before I fell. Disappeared. Never to be seen by the world again.
Compact and complete. It also reads like something I would do if a stranger actually started running after me when I started running! Never contemplated getting away with it so easily though...thanks for the heads up.
This is very interesting and compelling. You always come up with the most interesting poems. As I read it I kinda immagined it ending vise versa, so it really cought me off gaurd