They came in with a blade still humming with prophecy.
The kind of edge meant to cut a path through destiny itself.45Please respect copyright.PENANA61mvykpCxe
It rattled the bottles on the wall.
I asked what they wanted. They said, “To drink before I ruin everything.”
I served them something that tasted like forgetting your name.
They drank. And we sat.45Please respect copyright.PENANAgJv1Fhi4v7
The blade quieted.
They asked, “Would you have stopped me?”
I replied, “I do not step outside.”
They nodded. Stood. Hesitated.
Then left the blade behind.
It sits on the mantle now.45Please respect copyright.PENANA2bGtqJlFIF
Still humming. Still waiting.