Sharpness Of A Knife Poem by Melynda Smith

Sharpness Of A Knife



Slice! Slice!

This is the sound of a knife cutting skin.
I can see blood running down my wrist,
Dripping to the floor, making a red puddle.
The sharpness is amazing, a single cut is made so quickly.
My pain, sadness and loneliness goes away,
With each strike i make.
This is, This is the sharpness,
Sharpness of a knife.

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