The Knife

She felt the knife plunge into her chest.

So sharp, it went in so smoothly.

The tip of the knife piercing her her,
A short cry of pain and the knife leaves.

Falling to the ground,
Blood pooling around her.
Soaking her clothes, her hair-
Growing and growing.

She gasps for breath;
A sharp pain shoots through her.

Tears rolling down her cheeks.
Eyes rolling back, the whites showing.

Her skin slowly grows cold.
The blood dries.
Her hair, matted with dried blood.
She grows stiff.

He watches,
Holding the knife still.
He holds it in front of him,
Stabbing himself.

He falls to the floor.
Their blood mixes.
He reaches for her hand;
It's cold, stiff, lifeless.

He dies next to her-
Holding her hand, crying.

The next day,
They are found.
Police writes their death off as double suicide.
In truth, he killed them both.

The knife lays on the ground, at his feet-
Caked with their blood.