50 words

2 02 2015

chilling sound of
stone against cold steel-
soft hairs raise

whispered menace
fills her blacked out world-
are you ready

razor edge
against her burning flesh-
she shudders

blade moves an inch
dragging a line of fire-
her breath held fast

her journey
a flight into the unknown-
his pleasure

on another site I write on, I was given the challenge of a 50 word story. Mixing that with the haiku structure took some doing but I am happy with what emerged





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