You wield the knife while bending closer
The blade is as sudden as the kiss, preceding
In and up and through, it’s twisting
Cords of me cut loose and withering
You hold my eyes while you press down harder
And I’m caught, stretched in surprise, sliced open
I should have known, I should have guessed the ending
Dressed up like mutton in lamb’s clothing
You might stop, but the walking wounded
Bleed wet then dry, sooner or later
Bleed out and stumble on hard pavements
Discovering a truth they had never expected