The Dagger
Silver and white
Embedded with rubies
Shining and bright
With light from the point
Royal and pretty
Into the chest
Between the ribs
Tight and breathless
Sharp and deep
Each time it heals
And scars ‘round the blade
It slips in deeper
The numbness comes and goes
The scab forms and breaks
But the knife never leaves
You carry it always
With the pain accepted and forgotten
As just what life’s given.
I promise myself
That it won’t slip in more
Ignoring the fact
That I’ve said this before.
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