The Stabbing

She lashed out with the knife because she didn't
Know what the curtain was for.  Its red velvet
Aggravated her eyes so she rent holes in it,
Made tears, transformed it to tatters.  She looked
Through the mess to see what it hid, didn't like it,
But knife in hand, she always did deals, planned
Moves in advance, turned cartwheels round the opposition.
She had a mutinous disposition and used her knife to stab
Those standing in her way.  She was a child dealing dice,
Gambling in a grown-up game she had no intention
Of losing.  She was always good enough, never failed,
Transferred all insults at her back, to her hand,
And no damn curtain was going to make any difference.

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