They came in with a blade still humming with prophecy.
The kind of edge meant to cut a path through destiny itself.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkk8ihl2y5v
It rattled the bottles on the wall.
I asked what they wanted. They said, “To drink before I ruin everything.”
I served them something that tasted like forgetting your name.
They drank. And we sat.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfV1Ul7b9Vu
The blade quieted.
They asked, “Would you have stopped me?”
I replied, “I do not step outside.”
They nodded. Stood. Hesitated.
Then left the blade behind.
It sits on the mantle now.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnBqTbmkWtn
Still humming. Still waiting.
