Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks October 2014: Halloween | Page 15

I go upstairs and I begin to accept.
I’m next.
I go to my room and all I can see,
Is the roll of knives laid out on my bed.
The roll of bloody knives laid out on my bed.
A sharp intake of breath.
I’m next.
There I am sneering, gloating in glee,
As I hold high the roll of knives.
The nightmares are real.
I have another mess to clean,
And another love to forget.
I grip the knife-blade’s handle tight.
I’m next.

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