453 B
453 B
| title | week | date |
|---|---|---|
| The Knife | 28 | 2025-07-16 |
a tool for many uses
a blade that seldom muses
the edge dramatic
feeling deep, somatic
and from you, the blood, it oozes
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It cuts so deep into my flesh
A spot left raw by bruise unknown
Weakened right the way down to bone
Throughout time as though damage fresh
Something you had meant to be kind
But my knee-jerk is to despise
So I put up a foolish guise
And instinctively stab out blind