Zemde

Dagger

My left hand grasps tight

a jade-porcelain dagger

my four knuckles pale.

 

Poison drips from it\'s

jagged edge towards the hilt

speckled with rose thorns.

 

It bites my skin with

the strength of my own hands grip

why can\'t I let go?

 

Red mingles with green

mixing an unholy wine

drips into my veins.

 

The tool has become

the master of the wielder.

So despicable!