A Stainless Steel Knife and The Importance of the Cerebellum

 

STANZA I

 

“ሸክም”

 

The Test of balance

I can never fail

If i fall over

Then their bodies will become pale

No one there to guide the blade away

No one to stop them from opening up their bloody internal highways

I like to take the blade away

Just so i can run the point across my jugular pathways

I never fall because i dont want to dig

6 feet deep and now i feel even more incomplete

I always feel the weight of the beams

Sinking into my flesh

It hurts

but im too broken to scream

I struggle to breathe

I just want to leave

Internalizing the burning pain

Because im conditioned to not make a scene

A savant in making what is ,

not as it seems

The despair incessantly tearing at the seams

That keep I , Frankenstein

this dispirited pillar of misshapen meat

In a state that the public perceives

as complete

An oscar or more appropriately an emmy

These extreme performances ,

ive had so many

Ive helped mend several souls

and invest myself so much that i tend to forget me

Low on my expansive list of self inflicted crimes

is self neglecting

Every crime filed and bookmarked by my merciless memory

On trial daily

Inundated with torturous reveries