Twak!

Twak! A knife embeds itself in the space just by her left ear as if the wood gulped it...sucked it in its glint vibrating still. In her head she plans dinner. She stares at her husband remembers how he had come to court her ...twak! Another knife flashes spitefully narrowly missing her other ear a little bubble of blood like a stud earring blossoming on a wobbly earlobe. 'Ouch! ' she whispers to herself guilty at such an over reaction oh how he had excited her her head in a spin saying he was in show business her world revolves about him the next knife impregnates itself in the space between her legs like a tuning fork it hums her excitement builds a splinter of wood nestles in her left inner thigh. 'Wow...nice! ' she becomes moist. The shimmy of her spangles as the lights catch her a little gasp she faces him boldly afraid & un-afraid upside down now her world all topsy-turvy she still so proud of her husband's skill to tantalise her his unerring accuracy the pride of being (she the knife thrower's assistant) as well as wife. Twak!