Razor Sharp

898887-bigthumbnailThe knife cuts deep
In ragged crisscross lines
Lacerating my soul
Double-edged misery
Pressed firmly down
Between white pages
As the crimson spreads
In a pulsing wave
Like my broken heart
Bleeding out
Under the winter sun
So cold and still
Like polished steel
Glistening silver
Trained to wound
In capable hands
Bereft of human feel
An automaton
Who slices deep
On a razor’s edge
Cutting out my heart
Like so much meat
On a butcher’s block.


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