First Kill

I hear the hiss,
Of the knife, whistling
Through the air.

My stomach goes numb
As I feel the slash.
And then fire!

It burns! Oh, how it burns!
But it lends something,
Clarity and anger.

It helps,
More than I can say,
To overpower my opponent.

The adrenaline gone,
I feel the pain.
It is draining.

I see the blood,
So much of it.
All mine.

My head feels heavy,
I am sinking.
So much for my first kill.

poem by Anushna Satapathy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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