It was as if she was under a trance,

Holding the knife just above him,

Eyeing the target even if the lights were dim

With such aim and a perfect chance

To end everything in this one stance.


But something held her back

As she held the knife over his heart.

She was starting to come apart.

His life was the object of the attack.

Her motivation was payback.


What held her back was the love

They once shared though it disappeared.

This delay in murder was what she feared,

But once she remembered what he was devoid of,

She made sure he was disposed of.


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