Smooth Handle, Sharp Blade
solitude shines in the blade of a knife
ornate patterns carved into the handle
an alluring thing i grasp
a piece of beauty
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until it is plunged in the chest
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beautiful to have
beautiful to hold
beautiful to admire in doses
beauty stripped in its excess
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blood pours from the wound
unabating, as is true of the weapon
blood staining your clothes
pain tainted horizons
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bystanders pause and gape
some grimace in disgust
some parrot murmured concerns
some wish they had only been so lucky
while some scoff at the waste of such craftsmanship
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