the sound is only loud enough for me

It stood in the kitchen
Waiting to be picked up

Red knife
With a wooden outside
Remember when you couldn’t
Pick up the knife
Or play outside without anyone watching
Or understand the big people’s language
And do you remember
Your tears running down
Like blood
Because you got a cut?
Remember, big people,
When you couldn’t stand
Around them and be
Friendly
The world wasn’t
Yours
It belonged to
The tall people

In the kitchen
Stood the wet knife
And it made me tremble
Every time I looked at it
It made me give up
My flesh
And my bravery
And my trust

Oh dark knife
Why must you be
So evil,
Happy to be over you
Oh flesh,
I’m so sorry
It was dark, I couldn’t see
I fell,
Taking those small steps
That day
That night
And thinking
Everything was over?