she put aside the paring knife
took out the one for cleaning fish
there had always been something fishy about him
she told herself, standing in the kitchen
standing in the moonlight, wearing little more than it
she tested the edge by dragging her thumb over it
and smiled, yes, it would do, it would do nicely
or rather not so nicely at all, but deadly
and if there were no scales to flay
"oh, my mistake!"รน she'd say but not before fillet
seemed kindness to him and he begged her not to stop
as she had begged him to stop
sh! was that him coming?
somewhere in the dark the door unlatched, swung open
she heard the light switch flip then flip twice more
she heard him call her name, once with hope
once with fear, then once again with anger
each time closer until she knew he stood in the hallway
then, smiling, she began her own prowl
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