9.17.2003

killer

originally written 09.17.03

your words are pinned up
against my ears while
the steel from your knife
presses against my throat,
and it only gets colder
the more i anticipate
the idea of not feeling
the heat of your words,
the cool of your knife.
your mouth is a barrel
shooting hollow points
through my head.

you're killing me.

you've killed me.

i am dead.

i am reborn
and in this new life
you won't exist
because i don't even
know you anymore.

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