Decomposition
I watched her from the mirror,
I put the blade inside her palm.
“Come on you can do it sweetie,
let’s watch you decompose.”
My reflection is smiling,
Pure animal, lupine,
the eyes that mirror my own;
caught in the moon’s shine.
Glint along the metal, poised
just above my wrist, again
she is whispering. “Don’t you be
afraid.” Her hand presses
against my own, “I can make it go away.”
The tension builds, just before surrender
her eyes are burning; the reflection,
no, she is not me. She takes the
blade, bites in, I guess I will never know.
“Let me watch you decompose.”
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