sacrifice (Poem 20160507b)

it wasn’t a traditional knife
that he held in his hand

not consecrated, holy, or blessed
not even a piece of metal
honed to an edge
yet it was sharp enough

the future and the past

everything would be better
everything would be cleaner
all he had to do
was make the cut

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Fia Loebis May 7, 201611:34 pm

Amazing! Love it.
SlasherMonster May 8, 20161:38 am

I like knives, and I like your poem.
Lisa R. Palmer May 9, 20163:06 am

So dark, yet so sharp. Bittersweet, like the title. Love it!
1. Crow May 9, 20165:31 am
  
  Thank you. I think I’m going through a bit of a bittersweet phase.
memadtwo May 9, 20163:18 am

How often we come to this place…(K)