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| Betrayal of a Betrayer (Pt. 2) ~a pantoumn~ A scarlet stream soaks the collar of her white shirt, runs down her porcelain pure arms, and drips from her slender fingers. The collar of her white shirt, now is the red of the blood that slides and drips from her slender fingers against her bare legs. Now is the red of the blood that slides (forming a puddle on the white tiles) against her bare legs a stark contrast. Forming a puddle on the white tiles, her liquid life; and my shadow, a stark contrast in the all-white bathroom. Her liquid life and my shadow are neighbors on the floor in the all-white bathroom as I stand above her. Our neighbors on the floor the only remaining silver part of my knife reflects, as I stand above her and I smile. The only remaining silver part of my knife reflects the backward movement of her head as it falls to rest between her shoulder blades and I smile at the moment-old memory of my knife's violent caress upon her neck. The backward movement of her head as it falls to rest between her shoulder blades causes the formation of another blood-stream, as the liquid runs at the moment-old memory of my knife's violent caress upon her neck. Old red paths have slowed, but at least one still continues trailing, and causes the formation of another blood-stream, as the liquid runs down her porcelain pure arms, old red paths have slowed, but at least one still continues trailing, and a scarlet stream soaks. |
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