She (weapon) by Emily Gustafson

the blade
thin sharp and shine
She the weapon versatile—the death you keep
tucked in your boot. Callus
in the shape of her body worn
ugly-tough into your skin.
keep her close to make her yours
She your silent lethal ally.
death at close quarters
blood-wet hands all for you.
She the blade seen too late—
cut them all down when you asked
And saved you for last. your heart pared like new apple,
guttering in the splinters of your ribcage,
silver slivered sheen of her buried deep and you
you carved your name into her handle
and thought it would keep you