Hi there!
So first of all, I'd suggest giving this a content rating for violence. You're not super-explicit about it, so maybe 12+ or 16+, just to let people know because it's pretty dark.
ANYWAY.
I actually had to look up the word "helve," so kudos to you for finding a rhyme for "twelve" that tied in so neatly to your poem! That line still reads a little awkwardly, I think because of "my hand now leaves" being awkward phrasing for what you're describing. Maybe something along the lines of "and I release the helve" would make this less awkward because it's a more common construction.
I thought the intended story was fairly clear, except that I'm not sure if the narrator killed her friend on her own or if someone else persuaded her to do it. These lines make it sound like perhaps someone else is involved.
Bloodlust drips from her silky voice
Between her, me, you
You're being such a bore.
She's attracting unwanted attention
I'm not sure if these lines refer to a third person who convinces the narrator to kill her friend, or if they're supposed to refer to the friend and are the reason the narrator kills her. I'm also unclear of the general age of the narrator; the counting and "won't you be my friend" and "you're being such a bore" puts me in mind of a little kid (the creepy, horror-movie kind), but the mention of wine and the "eternal strife" between three people puts me in mind of someone older. Perhaps you intended to leave this vague for creepiness factor, but it's something to consider.
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