A triple-edged sword
Silvery-steel-sharp
To pierce the core
To prick the heart
So softly
Slippery-smooth-slice
Like ice through a ruby-red skin
Oh, ache
What aching-arcing-arises
Like the flutter of birdly wings
Lift the stone
to release it home by midnight
Nestled-nudgy-nightmare
Straight to the core
So cold,
bold
Heated-harrowed-harpy
Cauterize the wound
But not for long
Poke-pierce-prick
The truth so stings
Garrote strings
Sliding-slicing-slipping
Between chinks of armor
Of pride
Weaving-weaseling-whimpering
Around the knife
Thuh-thump slows slightly
At piercingly right
At trueness, and truest
Is the triple-edged sword