Glass Knife

#household @misslittleDHP

I wear a knife strapped to my wrist,
A cold, glass blade of ice,
I hold it in my pale fist,
And aim it, quite precise,
One strike, it takes,
To bring her down,
Turn soul into a ghost,
Could end her life,
Right here and now,
And steal what she loves most,
Her eyes left sightless,
Thoughts, unheard,
Potential, wasted,
Cruel caged bird,
Bereft of her
Life, full of hope,
Cut short, her breath,
And burned, the rope,
She has such powers,
Skills and trades,
The hearts, the diamonds,
Clubs and spades,
A seed of light,
Not yet a flower,
Roots upturned,
With my knife's power,
I could end her half-lived life,
And save her from such grief and strife,
I place the knife back, by my wrist,
Too cruel, to send towards abyss,
I fast collapse, I cannot breath,
I think what I almost achieved,
I almost stole, now, what I've saved,
What power held in one cold blade.