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The Kitchen Knife

I rip the stomach open
With a sharp stab.
One strike into her rib cage
And another into her spine;
She falls dead.
Death, beautifully executed by paralytic pangs.
The red smudge
Spoils my steely shine.
I enjoy my role
In the solo show,
But in a matter of seconds
The situation turns stagnant.

The murderer, her paramour,
Suffocates
The truth and breath in me.
Just three blocks away
From the house of adultery,
He throws me
Into a thick growth of thorny weeds.

The forensic experts
Miss the biggest clue in me.
Me - the murder weapon.

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