Bloody Knife
J Joseph Michaels
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 J Joseph Michaels
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Water running over the bloody blade. Out of the faucet it rushes out white, it hits the silver and everything below is crimson. The drain drinks it down like an alcoholic sucks down their medicine.
Cigarette smoke in my eyes is why they are watery. That is the only reason they tear up.
No remorse, no sadness for the lifeless bodies in the bedroom. The only reason I feel the slightest bit upset is the amount of blood on my clothes.
I had no idea how messy it would be, couldn’t begin to fathom how much I would get on me. Yours and his mixed with mine. How did I end up bleeding?
Why? Why did you make me do it? I just came by to talk. I just wanted to talk. Why did you make me pull out and use the knife I just happened to be carrying? Why?
Why do you make me hate my life so much? Why? Up until a few minutes ago I’ve never done anything to hurt you.
You wouldn’t listen, you wouldn’t give me the chance to explain, and now I am in your kitchen, using your sink to clean our blood off of my knife.
The blood runs down the drain, and even in this last time we are one, he is still in the mix. His blood is mingling with ours. He is beside you on the floor right now. He is the one with the matching slice to his throat, and that makes me jealous.
Perhaps I will arrest washing this blade. Perhaps I will go back to plummeting the blade into his chest, maybe stick it in his light blue eye. Or I might go ahead and just completely sever his pretty face from his body… what do I need to do to make you less attracted to him and more attracted to me?
I hum a tune as the blade glistens. Do I really want to taint it with his blood again?
Look at you two, so peaceful on the floor. I can’t compete. Even in death you seem to belong beside him. A bloody mess of peacefulness.
My knife is clean, and I plan on keeping it that way.
My icy fingers force your cold, lifeless face to an empty smile. I wonder how I was so blind, so blissfully unaware at the smile’s he brought you. I will let you lay with him, I won’t interfere again. But smile one last time for me darling.
My fingers pushing on the corner of your lips, shaping them to my liking but you won’t cooperate. My struggle was his power. Effortlessly he got what I am craving, what I worked so hard for.
Finally, you smile for me, at last I see it.
He may have had the power to make you happy, but it was me who brought the last grin you would ever bear to your pretty face.