Serrated Knives
I honestly could not find a picture of a serrated knife
I should have known that your words
Were never meant to be poppy petals
Across my tear-weary, red-rimmed eyes
But a serrated blade across my belly.
.
It wasn't a shock to the mind to hear
Words with rough, rusted edges as they
Tore through the soft underbelly of trust.
It was a shock to the flesh though.
.
A jolting, ugly thing that moved through
In jagged lines of inescapable lightning,
It ruined the pretty picture of who I was
And left only a shredded body behind.
.
This was never meant to be a comfort.
It was meant to wound me badly enough
That the ambition would bleed out of me
And get washed away by the rains.
.
Congratulations, your words hit their mark.
They tore a scar around my soul that wraps
Like a belt around my waist and I will not soon
Forget the tearing agony of that knife.
.
I am sorry I ever took shelter in your embrace.
Sorrier still for letting my blood spill without
Any effort to scoop it back up but that's
Just the way of the serrated knife, isn't it?
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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The subtitle made me laugh and then the poem itself was so raw and full of hurt! “This was never meant to be a comfort. It was meant to wound me badly enough That the ambition would bleed out of me And get washed away by the rains.” Really struck me. It felt relatable in several ways and was also such vivid imagery
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