My Oh-So-Beautiful Dress

It doesn't matter in the end where and how it started; sometimes all you remember is where and how it ended.

Let's not begin from the beginning.

We know twists are inevitable.

Skipping the part where

I was enjoying, let's come

to the part where the end started.

I was trembling

in a corner of a dark room,

surrounded by two walls,

and two lovely strangers.

They were practising, hard,

throwing knives to a target.

As far as I remember,

they missed their target a lot

and the wall behind me was bruised;

they were beginners, I felt.

Twice, it was just near the target

but still not my neck even once.

A pile of knives was at my feet,

and I don't remember anything sweet.

They were dedicated

and didn't stop throwing knives,

even when it was so dark, plus,

their target wasn't steady in corner.

They sometimes were just about to hit right,

but my hands acted as obstacles just fine.

I didn't know how sharp

the knives were, until

one scratched my neck vertically

just right to the middle.

I sensed a thick liquid pouring down

towards my chest.

Even though it was dark,

I knew it just ruined my oh-so-beautiful dress.

Now I could feel at my neck

exactly what my hands were feeling.

I grabbed one of the knives from the pile below

which got wet with my grip,

placed it horizontally at my neck

and held its sharp end with my other liquid dripping hand.

I pressed my neck against it

but it wasn't as easy as I thought.

One of those lovely strangers

shouted "Do It" and the other

continued practising, aiming for my flat stomach.

That "Do It" motivated me enough

that I could place the knife again where it was.

The other one practising and I

lost our balance standing, at the exact moment,

I slit open my throat, in a second

and he missed the target as usual.

I fell down on the knives' pile, only after the knife that missed its target-

kissed my heart. Literally!

I hope the beginners are experts now.

But Oh, No! My Oh-So-Beautiful Dress.

~Miss V