The Guilty Knife

Please open the window
I’m drenched and my nipples are burning
The banging will stop if you open the window
My last words will change your heart

They will mop up the ache
The lights are about to change
Please open the window
I faint when I see your tears

Please just open
I know you’re bleeding from the gut
And I’m carrying the guilty knife
I love you, I said, as I banged against the rain.

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