The blood will wash off

Inhale, and exhale, slowly.
Inhale, and exhale, slowly.
Feel every breath, every
bit of air moving in you.

Hold the next breath,
taste it on your tongue.
You can almost feel the
depth of the moment there.

Now feel the hard grip
in your hand.
Hard, and textured, plastic.
With the warmed steel ridges.

The blade is cooled
by the air around you.
The edge gleams
in the sunlight.

You let your thumb
glide across the metal.
All smooth, and fine,
like a smooth wine.

Calm yourself now,
before your palm
starts to sweat,
and you lose your grip.

You know what you're
here to do today.
You only have to do it once,
and then it's done.

You just have to stab,
and cut, and twist.
The blood will wash off,
and that's good, isn't it?

All you have to do is wait.
the right moment will come,
and then you strike.
And then someone dies.