The knife was held
over my beating chest
the breathing making it quiver
the wind making it falter
the Whispering Words of an
Unseen
an Unseen Force
whispering--whispering--
("What are they saying?")
the wind through the trees
and the knife
glinting in the sunlight
(but it was dark before)
the light making it gleam
dripping
(but it was dry before)
beating writhing pulsing
a red mass on the ground
what is it?
(gasp)
dripping
beating
GLEAMING
but i like it...
because it is bitter...
and because it is my heart.