10 Short Lines
He makes me grab the knife and slitMy throat from left to right. He watches
As the blood spurts out. He even picks
The wound before I’m done and licks
His fingers wet with my blood. And that’s
The last thing I see before my eyes give out.
The next thing I know, he makes me grab
The knife and slit my throat from left to right.
He watches as the blood spurts out. He picks
The wound and licks his fingers wet with my blood.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2026-01-11 at 16:49
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