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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2276596
A poem that questions a butter knife.
A knife at his throat,

Like butter and bone.

A sweet cherry sauce,

A dinner that reminds me of home.

Whispers, screams, and glares...

Humans whose eyes give petrified scares.

It's because I am not visible to life.

"Thanks for the gift." I say as I pick up the butter knife.
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