a knife
beside me
was urging
me
to hold it
go to your house
and carve
your face
the knife
on my hand
was urging
me
to hold it harder
proceed to your head
and shut your mouth
the knife
in your mouth
is bathing
a pool of blood
but urging me
to touch your heart
the knife
on your chest
in chuckling
telling me
to repeat it
the knife
in between your lungs
is longing
for your
beautiful eyes
the knife
then tells me
that it wants
to read your
brain
the knife
is satisfied
instructing me
to place it
on your hand
the knife
is
happy
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In the Midst of Crowd
PoetrySome unshared thoughts that are begging to be expressed, not orally, but through the beauty of words.
