Blew Me Away With Knives Poem by Natasha Kalashnikova

'Hush, ' He wishpered softly. His hands felt like the finest slik running through my hair, down my back. Petal, light lips, red as roses. Caressed my forehead, ever so lightly. I shivered at the contact; violently worried. He gets so sweet, and then he's not there. I looked into his eyes, stupid of me to do, but I could not resit. His eyes were black of a demons. He covered my mouth with his and kissed me to no where. He left, he left me there to rot. Like a knoife through my heart.