the extrovert

I lean closer to observe the inflection of her wrist
the way her knuckles pale
Her eyes brighten
As she tightens her grip
I’m wrapped around her blade
We dance slowly like lovers

My guts divide into neat, little slices
She wipes the wetness from my eyes

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