SLASHER

your words
the knife
that cut me 

my blood spurts
bright red like
pomegranate
each drop holding
a seed of love
i felt for you
walking through
the seeds stick
to the soles
of your shoes
the juice taints
i move like fog
i cover the windows
of your car
of your cab
of your train
of your plane
i am the film
through me you
view your life
because you
slashed me
and the
pieces
linger
and
haunt
you

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