[Poetry] Knives

Soft, soft the dagger heels
Gentle its trace on the skin
A line of blood
A dab of pain
A single stab.

Deep within the knife thrusts
Deep within it reaches
A single touch
A stronger hand
A heart is dead, forever more.

Scar, scabs, thick
Protective tissue to wrap the heart
Fragile, gentle, beating thing
All undone, with one stab.

1 Response

  1. tentabunners January 20, 2013 / 1:24 AM

    chills

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