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
