Such a lovely tragedy,
repeated knife wounds to the heart.
The clean, sharp cuts of a well-honed blade,
metallic and ruthless,
shimmering in the dark.
Precise, proportioned jabs,
each with the force
flesh from bone
pare the emotions;
such deliberate strokes!
Each cut liberates anew.
Each incision draws out a clean line of blood,
unraveling the tangled wires of emotional attachment.
We will clear this thicket yet!
Each slice, another
Gordian knot unwound,
falling uselessly away.
No need for such bindings any longer.