The blade is as sharp as a razor, pricking your finger as you touch it.
The handle fits your palm exactly like a glove.
It sounds like nothing, for it can be nothing, but right now it is something.
It looks like you, but it just a reflection.
It smells like life for it can take one before they even know it's gone.
It tastes like silver, as for that is what it is made of.
Teeth are the only feeling you get, like a bite that inflicts a lot of pain.
The blade is clean with no sign of being used.
It slices through things easily with little pressure.
You realize these entire things as you cut fruit for your fruit salad.
