Steel Blade

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

The Power

The light glitters off its steel blade as I hold it in my hands. I look, I stare, I marvle at its power over me, my thoughts, and feelings. I watch as my hand slowly moves towards my wrist. I watch. I watch as the pressure is applied. I watch.