assassination act

You stole the fingerprints 
right off the knife, 
as it stood and pulsed 
in my breaking heart. 

But I saw what you'd did. 

Not to be outdone, I stole 
the knife, and the wound 
and I winked. And let out 
a fart -

- that was accident. 
I apologized, still
it seemed a bit rich 
and deliberately done, 

which crushed the trick 
and triumphant effect.
As the swallowed knife 
continued its ruinous,
deepening run.