dagger back

Slurping back through my viscera
Like a film in reverse
Your dagger emerged again
For me to examine before
I lost
Consciousne…

They say it’s better to leave it in
So you don’t bleed out
But no difference in the outcome;
A bloody or pristine corpse
Is a corpse nonetheless

I never noticed before but the hilt
Had my name on it

It was
Then I remembered I forged it
In my childhood

I had given it to you
Thinking it would protect me
from
myself
But you used it for the purpose
All
swords
were made for