When I slit your throat, I expect you to say thank you.
The jewel of your neck, rubies. The dark of your eyes, jet.
My blade is silver, darling, and very sharp.
I will cut you and catch you when your legs go weak and I will listen to the thread of your breath. I will hold you close as your heart gives out and your black eyes search, search, search my face.
.Carlea Holl-Jensen is an English teacher and erstwhile folklorist. Her fiction has appeared in Pindeldyboz, Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet and Shimmer, and she is the co-editor of The Golden Key.