Death by Blade

She pulled up her sleeve
Grabbed the excited blade
Slicing vertically down her ruined wrist
Blood streaming through her fingers
The smiling blade whispering for her to go deeper
Another line cutting in to her vein
It keeps telling her
To go again and again until she is no more
She succumbs
Chunks of flesh are on the floor
Covered in her blood
He knows one more nick and she will stop hurting
Following her master she stabs at her wrist
Hand now attached only by a string of muscle
She crumples to the floor
While the blade stands tall
Proud of his doing
Of killing another lost being