day 15 prompt: dagger
it takes less time that i expected to grow use to the weight. my body envelopes it, welcoming any evidence of your attention. how can i twist this into an undeniable sign of your devotion? i embrace the pain, carrying it as a reminder as the unforgiving edges slice further, burying itself deeper.
will you love me if i hold this? will this be worth it in the end? if i promise to forgive you without an ounce of resentment, will you let me keep the blade?














