Glint

I’ve held this
Simulacrum
Close
Molded from
The bones of
An unrequited
Oath
Love strung
And truth stung
Blood soaked
From a throat cut
Hope.
Comatose veins
Awakened
By the glint of
The knife
Reflected
In your eyes.

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