Hand holding the knife
Sitting still on my bed,
Thinking thoughts of death.
Slowly studying my wrist,
Wondering when I'll perform.
Taking time to ponder...
Eyes ever growing heavy,
Slipping soundly into sleep.
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NinjaGirl (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If a knife's the only thing I'll ever sleep with, it's fine by me!
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Dark and packed with tension this poem dives deep into the psyche. A relief in sleep but wakeful hours are highly tense.
Yes, though I can't describe the feeling of "tense" I felt when I realized I slept with an open 6in blade! I was worried then, and grateful it didn't, stab my eye.
Sleeping with a knife is not bad I often have one below my pillow
I did freak out a girl at a summer camp by keeping a pocket knife under my pillow... she brought it up for years.
Dearest 🥷, this one hit me deep. The stillness around those thoughts makes it even heavier…quiet, relentless, and haunting. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Wonderful job, my friend!
Thank you!
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