Thump, says a heart, soft lips, smooth skin,
I'm sorry, says the Betrayer, ashamed of her sin.
Clink, says the knife, slipping from her hand,
Step, say her feet, and off she ran.
Why, says the mother, fallen to her knees,
Plop, says her tear, splattering his cheek.
No, says the law, she cannot be found,
Wait, says the mother, clutching her nightgown.
Gone, says the officer, touching the badge on his shirt,
And gone says the son, the lover, the hurt.
Clutch, says the knife, again in Betrayer's grasp,
Drip says the blood, her breath nothing but a rasp.
Dead says the hurt, and together they will be,
Forever, says the Betrayer, and dead as well is she.