Loyalty

My eyes can’t tear away from looking at your back

Hundreds of thousands of knives

Each with their own serrated blade, buried deep

Blood slowly seeping into your skin, into your scars, and down your leg

My mouth clenches shut, as to not let out any screams of embarrassment
Its not like anything would come out anyway.

The cork stuck in my throat is labeled Shame.

Every knife in your back has my name on it.