The Knife
Week 28
a tool for many uses
a blade that seldom muses
the edge dramatic
feeling deep, somatic
and from you, the blood, it oozes
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