Teen Ink

   

Stabbed in the back with a silver dagger.

"I'm sorry," she said,

And then picked it up again -

Sharpening the blade.



With great dexterity she plunged it deeper,

Deeper into my tender flesh.

And with this my blood ran fast;

Down in a river over my crippled back.



We stood there, she and I,

Watching my life spill onto the cold, hard earth.

She said nothing, and walked away.