my polished blade glimmers,
her pulse in the reflection,
the blue arteries roaring
beneath frost-white skin.
...
Geraldine asked me, if you had the choice, how would you prefer to die?
I'd prefer to die in my sleep, I replied.
she handed me a bottle of jack daniels and an rx bottle full of lunesta.
good night, she said.
...
My Blade Glimmers
my polished blade glimmers,
her pulse in the reflection,
the blue arteries roaring
beneath frost-white skin.
an efficient swipe,
dragging left to right,
opens the whiteness,
laced with brilliant red.
a cold whisper in her ear,
I love you, I tell her,
just as her knees
give out and the body
drops.