[Poems] Knives

She smiled, 

The pearls of thousand watts, 

Closed 

Those glossy red lips, 

And tongued 

The knives 

Lined behind 

Her smiling pearly whites.

She watched, 

The one closest to her, 

Taking the lead, 

Walking in front of her; 

She stabbed 

The same knives into her 

Glorious ramrod 

Straight back without falter. 

She climbed 

The corporate ladder, 

Easily, through her bed, 

Slicing layer by layer, 

Same knives by her hand; 

Higher and higher, 

Until she toppled 

At the hands of another.

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