prince of darkness

i feel as if
i’m standing at the edge of a bridge
the rough pounding waves to my back
a ghost with a knife facing me
i have two choices
step forward or back.

i step forward
the figure moves closer
i catch the blade glistening in the highway lights of the night
i close my eyes
one last breath
i’m ready

the ghost drives the knife deep into my chest
hitting the bones of my rib cage,
driving through flesh until the tip barely drags against my heart
i fall down
the ghost removes his cloak
it’s my dark prince
thank you my love.
i’m free now.

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