the night of a thousand screams

a night with cloudless skies.
a night with overcast that bleds,
the beating of a heart, the thud of the pommel.

the coldness of a naked blade, sklittering across the porcelain.
breaking the open skin.

it travels. with its point possessed, with a life of its own.
slowly, with a purpose. undeflecting, unflinching, with.
Quiet revenge.

thud thud thud.
it travels.
skirting over the bumps of the moles, the direction it holds.
it moves.

it thrusts.