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KNIFE

Born into violence and spite
Your nightmare was my morning
And this fear my air
 
And this my last meal
Chewed slowly and slower
So every bite explodes
The wine blooms heady
 
The boys sip noiselessly  
Eating without sound
Listening for a chair  
Scrape above the squeak  
Of knife scrape first
Against plate
 
That electricity or spirit that enlivened them  
I shared
Our organs our mothers the same
 
Yet our naked differences  
This confluence of coincidence
Had led us to this last supper
 
I made my peace and found my anger
I flipped the switch
And my hate became my mantra
 
I am unlike me
You would not like me
You are not like me
I will bite your fuckin face off

 
It was my pride that had undone me
And now pride kept me fighting
Their blood in my mouth
Iron their taste
 
Outside a rose sunset  
Behind me the door closed
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
*for that Anger comp
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