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Knives Home

Sharp and stinging

hurts and cuts

bruises it does not leave any

deep wound has bound me

sleepy-eyed, teary eyed

blood dripping from my fingertips

it stings, but I do not scream

The knife is sharp

shining in the light

I bandage my wound

and continue to cut the meat

ever so slowly, for the pain,

the wound, is still hurting

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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