Murder my love

I want to murder my love

Run a cold metallic knife

Through his skin

Above his nose

The knife following the path

That’s drawn with my lips

I want to hear him breathe

Smell his fear

Of losing what he holds dear

Marking his lips, a shallow cut

Then a deep one, drawing blood

Tasting it on my tip of my tongue

Poking his chin as if to pierce but not yet

Sliding it down his neck

Our eyes meet

Our faces glow

As I run the knife down the centre of

His chest

Leaning to the left,

Marking his heart where it beats

I want to make it stop

But I want him to breathe

Drawing circles on his nipples

With the pointed edge of my knife

Breathing close

Sliding the knife through his ribs “Flip” I scream

Running the knife through his neck

Down his spine

We count his disks “Flip over”, I whisper

As my fingers lead the knife

To the center of his being

I laugh

He reacts

I want to kill him now

But what’s a easy death

Without a chase

I make art with the knife

On one thing that he lets define him

He’s a man he won’t scream

Ah, how they think they are strong

To break him it won’t take me long

It’s his tune, but it’s my song

I hold the knife firm

And I release

My blood drips on his thing

With my red hands I hold his hair

Before one final thrust

The knife enters him

Ah! So much for a fantasy

My lover is dead now

Dead to me

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