One Last Time

Once_In_A_While_

I pull the object from its hidden spot,

The lowest drawer of my old and beaten desk.

Stored there so a secret can be kept.

 

I admire it slowly,

Turning it over in clammy hands,

Watching its sharp blade shine.

 

Pressing it to my skin,

I tell myself that I can allow this,

Just one last time. 

  • Author: Eli (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 25th, 2017 00:18
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 78
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