with the knife in her hand
wet and sticky from all the blood
she walked away
not even looking back
between her fingers
she held his heart
still warm and trembling
"you took mine
now it's my turn"
she said
facing the exit door.
and left.
her shoe soles left a trail
like the snails
that slide slowly
with no rush
guilt is only
a human feeling.
I am my mother
and my father
I am all my friends
I am my enemies
I am the bank,
the police
and the president.
I am my school
my job
the places I go
I am the things
I like
I do not own
any thing
I'm all I've got
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