A drabble is a piece of fiction constrained to exactly one-hundred words. I use these short works to hone my brevity.
My fingertips dangle to briefly trace your jaw.
Then comes the cold sting of steel as I carve your cheek.
The dagger tip slices a simple shape in soft skin.
A bloody heart for the world to take in on no uncertain terms.
Wear it proud and never doubt the depth of my love.
You could have been an equal and a peer to me.
Instead you chose to surrender everything you had to offer.
In return you received a rare gift from me:
More than a mark, memory, and modicum of my vibrancy.
I gave you my heart, dear.