Regard

He regards the knife,
His face solemn.
Eyes unseeing.
Death’s the only answer.

He holds the knife,
His face frightened.
Eyes unsure.
Is this the only way?

He slides the knife,
His face pained.
Eyes narrowing.
There’s no way out.

He drops the knife,
His face blank.
Eyes closed.
He’s made his choice.

The knife spins,
Points at another.
Begins again.
What is your choice?

She regards the knife,
Her face solemn.
Eyes unseeing…