Empathy by H. Anderson
to get the blade in
but can't get it right.
Nothing is smooth. Your heart
is even harder than I imagined.
I toss my hair back drenched with sweat.
The heat and humidity are killing me.
By the time you go down, we're both so limp
it's just a matter of getting it done.
I look at the knife sticking straight out
your chest and when I still feel nothing
I pull it out and watch the blood pool up
around your neck. Now sister, we'll finally
both be able to rest awhile.
from " Trust"