Stayed

leave me alone in this room.
see what happens.
when me and my knives start to talk.

lock the door.
sit down and count backwards, eyes closed.
10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3.
TWO, eye spring open.

ONE, the knife starts to carve into me.
like butter it sliced me.
going in and out so smoothly.

now do you wish you stayed?