I knew I was ready to forgive you When I wrenched the knife from my back I held it up high and it cast a menacing shadow over the face of the young man in front of me. Its shiny metal gleamed and glistened. I stood heaving and the veins in my face erupted like tree branches gnarled into the forest floor. I held the weapon retrieved from my own back. I gripped it once, twice, and then I put it down.
