Forgiveness blade

His eyes landed on the knife, only refocusing it as a gift of forgiveness.
The hand holding it, the same one that struck her.
The edge cool against the arm that wrapped around her neck, in a moment of anger.
Thin slices for every bruise left on her heart.
The blood dripping down his wrist, the last pints she needed to live.

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