Where The Knife Went Poem by BEAU GOLDEN

Where the Knife Went

The weather was boring as usual
The day passed in total tedium
My cotton shirt white, fit me too tight

The wedding was beautiful everyone smiled
a 3 story atrium all beguiled
And me two inches high

because she left me
And nobody knew
But i wasn't through

A fire dance for the bride and groom
A beautifully decorated lily white room
Everyone danced and sang and drank

metal tea candles shaped like stars
silver trinkets near the open bars
He wonders are they together?

The other man protests often and loud
Then seems to be with my ex in the crowd
I race to the spot where he is with she

I enter and look them right in the eye
BUT they do not see me
I escape and begin to stab viciously with my italian stilletto

OVER and Over and Over and Over
The black handle and the shiny blade
Glisten in the moonlight

But no blood is shed
Only the rubber tread from his new cars tires
And that my friends is where the knife went

Beau Golden
2007