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The Soul is a Kitchen Knife
My soul is a kitchen knife
and I am a mad slasher
waving it at all who pass.
To touch my soul
is to wrap your hands around the blade
until blood warms the webs
between your fingers.
and I am a mad slasher
waving it at all who pass.
To touch my soul
is to wrap your hands around the blade
until blood warms the webs
between your fingers.
Published 1st Nov 2021
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Anonymous
4th Nov 2021 10:56pm
I enjoy the focus on a single, memorable, viscerally disturbing image--
the series of metaphors, communicated directly, without equivocation--
Very nice.
The image of the poet as a mad, knife-slashing stranger in the streets, needing connection, but wise to how it can't wound, as much as heal--
Deep, memorable images!
Enjoyed!
& LIKED!
the series of metaphors, communicated directly, without equivocation--
Very nice.
The image of the poet as a mad, knife-slashing stranger in the streets, needing connection, but wise to how it can't wound, as much as heal--
Deep, memorable images!
Enjoyed!
& LIKED!
4th Nov 2021 11:37pm
I’m glad you like this one so much. It is as it is because I couldn’t think how to continue it, so I’d thought it was kind of a failure.
