The Knife
Where to put the knife?
So many places to put it.
The throat — a quick and efficient death.
Or the wrists, the green veins filled with plentiful blood.
But no, that would only reveal his intentions,
and would not be enough.
Or all of those juicy organs,
tender with blood and saliva.
Each containing a rich cavity of life,
waiting for the darkness.
All it would take was one quick stab for eternal rest.
Yes, that’s all it would —
“Robert! We’re leaving for school in five minutes!”
He stared at the butter knife, dull and blunt.
Curls of smoke trailed from the toaster, still warm.
The toast on his plate was charred and a little blackened.
He bit into the crunchy texture;
it needed some butter.
Walking to the fridge, he grabbed the butter.
He battered the bread with butter.
He crammed the makeshift breakfast into his mouth,
The butter knife was sticky, coated with a layer of butter,
and the sink was crammed of dirty and greasy plates.
Where to put the knife?
The vivid descriptions added life to your poem
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ReplyDeleteI like how the poem begins with mystery and then the message of the poem is introduced with 2 lines, which was a very quick change that I did not expect
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed how you showed Robert's insanity through a innocent butter knife
ReplyDeleteI like how the poem is like a story and moves from a dark perspective to a more cheerful one.
ReplyDeleteI admire how your poem starts off dark and mysterious but then takes a quick, unexpected turn and manages to keep me into it. Great poem!
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