He who has been stabbed
leaves the gap open for necrosis.
A pair of diving eyes minds it
as they dance behind the yellow line.
What irony, for the victim to play
his own murderer.

The train of thoughts leaves the station.

“I tried to keep the knife away,”
you still say; your hands
grasp the handle.

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