365 Days of Poetry — Day 59

She moves with elegance across the floor,
Her flowing skirt dancing around her feet.
This is the moment he has waited for,
His dying time with her to meet.

They lock eyes and she quickens her pace,
Stumbling and falling to the old wooden ground.
He draws from his waste a just sharpened blade,
Aims for the heart and releases on count.

– Brittany Rose

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