LOVE
POETRY
Published in
Dec 15, 2020
“We don’t need love, my love ,to survive”,
his evil laughter echoed in the woods
“like Darwin said only the fittest survive,
there is a struggle for existence;
Will you survive, my love, in this brutal world?”
The knife held at her throat, the metallic taste of
blood in her mouth from biting her lips too hard,
eyes passive yet powerful;
muffled aggressive replies cannot make it out of her throat in time
as the knife slides across her silk skin .
The cut too deep and the blood gushing out
her body now slumped down on the floor
the red liquid creating kaleidoscopic patterns on the tiled floor
Yet she still looks at him passively in defiance unwilling to surrender.
