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The Knife is Haunting

By Kati Frazier

It's funny how

I still can see it.

Those shadows

'gainst the wall.

All that I could see

of you final fall.

You beegged me

to witness

your greatest sacrifice,

but I could not bear

to see your death

hanging in the air.

So I watched

your shadows

moving so subtly

through the light.

The reflection of the knife,

all that was in my sight.

I could see

a sillhouette of you,

whiping final tears

as you prepared a place

to manifest

your only grace.

The last I saw

of your visage.

The flicker of the blade

and your sillhouette

as you dug a knife

in that hallow of your chest.

It's funny how

I still can see it

when I close my eyes.

Your blood, your life

staining the floor

and the flicker of that knife.

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