Her wits were no match to my blade.

My cutting-edge tongue weighed

heavily on her mind and stayed.

“Please.” She begged, she prayed.

Tears fall down her cheeks; she’s afraid.

Her eyes skitter like a raid

but I won’t be swayed.

This is the last time she gets to evade

my love; I feel fucking betrayed.

I’m rattled, I can’t believe I’ve been played

for the past decade.

The sheets rustle as she lifts, a little swayed,

and sits up looking like a mermaid.

“Why are you doing this?” She said, dismayed.

I swear I saw her throw me some shade.

That bitch thinks she’s made a downgrade.

“You know why, Jade.”

Her eyes flash to my switchblade

then to the exit but I quickly become a blockade.

She rushes to her feet, to escape this stockade

but I’m too quick, too angry and I invade.

Then her blood coats my hands. Like marinade.