Knife

She went through me
like a sharp diner knife;
when I looked down at my chest
there was no heart left.


You should have seen it,
it was like a horror movie:
chunks of blood and bits of gore
strewn all over my room.


I tried to hang on to the pieces,
but they were sliced apart.
She had completely
rammed through me.


Nothing remains inside
after a person goes through you like that.
All you can do is get up, slowly,
and wander away.


"Why did you do this to me?" I asked her.
She stared at me with big doll eyes.
"Because I could," she said
as I backed into the darkness.