Removing the knife from her heart
blood should have poured
nothing but a drop or two
she grimaced
“He got that too?”
she could not see
nor could any diagnostic tool
the sheer will to live
coursed through her veins
he had taken everything else
the knife blade loudly clanged
this metal not fatal
“you couldnt hurt me anymore”
with a smile
she moved forward
time would heal
the gash in her side
iron will beat out the last deadly thrust that day
that beautiful knife crafted and sold at http://www.wulflund.com/
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn.
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The pain expressed in so strong in these lines.
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There is a part two – there just has to be
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Suddenly, I don’t want a knife–grin!
When we hurt,
Oh, no, no.
often seems like
it will NEVER go
away…..
One day i shall
know another one such as you.
Guard our precious love–so true
that we each, but one, not as two,
will stay
written for Leslie
by steveroni
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you are a darling Steve
think of all those headless or is it heedless chickens who would love your sympathy
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This one was too intense …. Good read !!!
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Too painfully profound
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Wow.
This was powerful writing.
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