My blood is on your hands.

What will you do with the knife?

Save it for the next one

Or clean the blade on a slice of bread?

How will you leave me—

Weigh me down and dump me in the river,

Strike a match,

Burn me into ashes,

Or bury me in a shallow grave?

Look around you—

Are there any witnesses?

I wonder if you’ll get away.

Just one last gasp for air before...

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