Author: Reena Saxena

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“Nothing personal, I assure you,” he said, flipping his knife in one hand.

I’ve always wondered how they do that. I’d cut off my fingers for sure.

“So are you a paid killer or just doing this for recreation.”

“Paid.”

“So this is your job? I mean, all the time?”

He took a step forward, apparently tiring of the chatter.

“I was just wondering what makes a man take up this profession.”

He hesitated. “It is what I do best.”

“How so?” I asked, feigning more interest that I felt.

He frowned, considering. “I’m just skilled with… well… weapons. I like them and I have no problem with killing.”

“So, if you weren’t a hired killer, do you think you’d…

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 41

We are dabbling with Erasure Poetry this week – call it White Out or Black Out as you please.

Erasure is a form of found poetry or found object art created by erasing words from an existing text in prose or verse and framing the result on the page as a poem.^[1] The results can be allowed to stand in situ or they can be arranged into lines and/or stanzas.

When we were nothing more than a line on a page

the author daydreaming of what it would feel like to meet

the other part of herself

the pencil half tracing an arc and then dropping off in thought

for she did not believe it possible, for she had stayed inside her box

such a long time it had become second-nature to assume

there was nothing more, and if perchance, it was only illusion

when we hadn’t grown flesh and hands and eyes and mouths

licking and touching and fitful for all of its circumference

and mad for it, with the supple sway of lovers

bending to each other’s lightest trace

when we were two people walking in opposite

unawares of the fall of love, or how it can plunge so deeply

the violence of a hearts commitment

then, you had a cocksure approach

keeping yourself remote, never getting close