Slices

And the steel feels cold and smooth
when you first touch the edge,
harmless at first never causing fear
until that first slice of stress
slowly swipes over the skin.

But how can this be?
This wound from one you trust
who said I love you
then produces a blade
you thought was to cut away
any violations to your love,
only the blood drains
from deep inside.

Suddenly it hurts
more than any pain.
Until you walk way
dripping from the cut,
continuing to lie to yourself
how it wasn’t that bad
as you slowly pass out.