emmaleems:

Take out the knife embedded in your lungs
and rinse away the blood. Let the water
wash through the breath that was stolen from you
as you clean the scarlet from the steel.

Learn from the scar it leaves behind. Trace your raised and
reddened skin and remember how the tip had pierced you.
Remember the sound of the blade as it plunged through your ribs.
Do not let it tempt you with its silvered edge.

Afterwards, refuse to wield it like a weapon. Instead,
carve wood. Skin apples. Pick the latch
on fast-locked lips and use what you find
to tell the story of your wounds.

You will be more than what it took.

The Killing of The Good King || Emma-Lee M.