The Betrayal

With his rusted knife
He stabbed her,
He wounded her.
With her hands
She covered herself
In shame,
Until she saw her hands,
She saw her bloody hands.
She looked towards him
As she cried in pain.
His back was turned
from her.
She looked at herself
As each wound bled.
She despaired as each puncture
Infested itself with hatred.
My heart,
She cried,
Holds no hope.
She cried to the man,
The man who turned his back on her,
When all she had offered,
Was her love