Talking to Myself

If I had a knife
I wouldn’t hesitate to kill you
to set a record
and leave you
bloody and quiet

If I had a gun
I’d rack a shell, cock-back and destroy you
blown away, acrid metal bite
left you
bloody and quiet

If I had a sword
I’d run it through you
and smirk as you bleed
then leave you
bloody and quiet

If I had a hammer
I wouldn’t quickly kill you
Instead I’d break bones slow
leaving you
bloody and screaming

If I had a garrote
I’d tighten the noose around you
and savor your gasps
hushing and leaving you
blue and quiet

If I had a razor
I’d open up a slit
a new hole for fucking
leaving you
bloody and gurgling

If I had a leucotome
I’d carve you out
begging and screaming for peace
left
bloody and quiet