Amnesty?

Amnesty?
The silk ties
Feel like sandpaper
On the tender skin
Of my wrists
Ankles, neck
The satin sheets
Feel like razor blades
Under my bruised, injured flesh
The mattress
Beneath my broken bones
Reminiscent of a granite slabT
he carpeting like a sponge
Sodden with my blood
The air around me
Heavy like a stone
The room threatening
Aggressive
Yet forewarning
Go away
Turn and run
Too late now
To heed the advice
Now the glintof the knife
Gives me hope
Of reprieve
Amnesty a pardon or perhaps
The execution




Assassin

Thoughts of death
Flood my mind
But seem comforting, now
The terror and confusion
Have been replaced by a steely calm
I am numb now
I feel no pain
And I watch
From a distance
Above outside my body
Detached emotionless
The words I hear
Are not my own
But the muffled sounds
Of some other woman
Petitioning for her life
I love you
She says
I’m your wife
She explains
You don’t want to hurt me
I love you
The severity
Of the situation
Hidden
By the look in her eyes
The gravity veiled
By loving words
Softly spoken
To the would be
Assassin