Thirty Coins
I felt the ghost of your kiss
along my cheek,
behind you I heard
coins drop, counted;
one to thirty.
My eyes widened
as you slunk the knife
into my back.
Your kiss bit into my lips,
a taste of betrayal.
Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2010
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