cut me

aviva's picture

and the knife she used to cut me was the blunted one from the drawer of kindness, and she cut me by accident, when i was chopping onions in the kitchen and by mistake looked up to see her caressing her new lover's cheek as they stood on her lawn. And the tears from the onions blurred my vision, and she cut me with my own hand. And I felt foolish feeling jealous, or feeling anything at all, because I was here in my kitchen and she was there across the street, and she was entitled to her happiness that i for so long had provided, and still wanted for her too. but i wanted her still, even though that meant damage. and i cursed myself, allowing the spurting blood to say the words i couldn't and feel the pain i wouldn't. the desperate anguish at not having kept her more faithfully within breathing distance, but i didn't know then, that the grass was always much greener on her side of the street.


etacarina42's picture

this is beautiful. Soldie

this is beautiful.

Soldiers who are not afraid of guns, bombs, capture, torture or death say they are afraid of homosexuals. Clearly we should not be used as soldiers, we should be used as weapons.
- Letter to the Editor, The Advocate

Tjedza's picture

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ooo

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa oooooooow

- i feel you on so many different levels here.

numbed as i am to pains past- every now and then their tide pulls in- and i drown a little- or in ur case
fucken amputate myself blindly staring into reality...

i've come to the conclusion that life is such-
"we fuck, we love and move on.."

its the only way I can deal- thnk about it.

out of my mind... back in 5 minutes.
i'm not afraid of death, i just dont wanna be there when it happens.

jojojo's picture

O I can relate to this! it is

O I can relate to this! it is beautiful.

We have all been injured, profoundly. (Donna Haraway)