I knew the man who stabbed me

I’ve only met him a few times

He’d come in to give my boss, his wife, lunch

Or the keys to the car

That she drove to work

His daughter and son worked there too

I don’t even know his name

Just his face and structure

A looming tower of muscle and bone

With a coy smile that appeared

Only when his wife plants a kiss

On his bristling cheek

I don’t know why he did it

Or why I chose him in my mind

When I woke up

Still in my bed

My chest was aching

Where the blade broke the skin

Yet seamless and untouched

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