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I'm in the dark

Stuffed into muffled silence

Shifting with every step taken

Always ready, poking out from the top



My host and I

Silent stalkers of the wealthy

Waiting in shadow to ambush them

Reveal to them their greed



Heavy breathing, lips licked

Quiet footfalls rapidly approaching

Victem number one, on his cellphone

Thumbs moving across the keypad



My host begins to shake

Quakes of excitement

The hunt begins

He takes his first step



I am drawn from his pocket

Flicked open with his thumb

Pressed against tender flesh

Biting, so close to blood



I am dragged across skin

Splitting, gushing, digging

A cry of panic

Drowned in the bubbles of blood



Suddenly jammed back into warm darkness

My cold deed is done

Such is the duty of a knife

In the hands of a murderer