Blade

A steel-iron blade lacerating through tender skin
 in the concealment of the night,  
is how I almost lost my life.  
  
The wielder and his accomplice  
snatched my phone and wallet,  
glanced at the scarlet-red oozing well from my chest  
as if measuring their sin—  
   
THIS-IS-ALL-ON-YOU was the look in their eyes  
before they bolted into the night  
and were consumed by the darkness, thereof.    
   
I laid stiff still on that rocky track    
and for a few seconds  
I felt an overwhelming sense of tranquility—  
   
and then, without warning  
a burning fury overwhelmed me from within  
as blood gushed to paint the innocent rocks  
with filthy red!  
   
If only they had pressed it deeper  
so I would NEVER feel pain  
AGAIN!