Haiku

I reach for its sheath

My gleaming silver dagger

I take the dark hilt

Tanka

The blade is sharpened

Could slice through flesh like water

Slipping past the skin

Carving each muscle and vein

Draining every drop of life

Cinquain

Bleeding

Veins dripping red

Will not clot, will not stop

Eyes will close in a final sleep

I laugh