First, let his eyes witness the inevitability of death.
(This silence is over-extended.)
Make his chest heave for lack of air.
(This is making me hyperventilate.)
Press your overwhelming weight upon him.
(You’re easing me out of your space.)
Look him in the eyes, examine his fear, and tell him to relax.
(You want to say it’s over? So, now I am your ex?)
Pierce the blade into his chest, through layers of muscles
(Can I leave now?)
to rest into his heart-
(I need to pee.)
Finally, look into his eyes ‘til there is nothing to see.
(I really have to go.)
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