the knife

he held
the knife
so carefully

and cut
with such
precision

his tone
was soft
and casually

he told her
his decision

she winced
with each
indignity

but hid
behind her smile

she waited
for some
sympathy

but that
was not his style

all she heard
was the chopping
sound

of the blade
against the board

all she felt
was the beating
down

of her heart
and how it tore

each time
the shaft 
separated the bone

(alone)

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-21