she likes knives
is that a surprise
she’s sharpening the blade
as she’s getting laid
shoots razors from her eyes
she likes knives
sticks out of her pocket
your chest is a target
you can run
but how far will you get
how many lives
she likes knives
the shine hides her pain
she’s acting insane
don’t stare at her thighs
she likes knives
the sharper the blade
the more she casts shade
wears black in the sun
no chance with a gun
hide when she arrives
she likes knives

Poem is mine. Image source Here.

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