Opening the silverware draw, I stare down at the large variety of silvery knives. Some are dull and useless, while others shine dangerously. Finally I find one that’s perfect. Its wooden handle proudly displays a long piece of steel, sharpened to perfection. I touch its ridged edge and a small tremor of pain shoots through… Continue reading Steel Blade
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Poem to A Cutter
Close your eyes unto the night no hand to hold to take the knife This feelings inside, no tears to cry I watch out the window and wish to die