My knife

Swish goes the knife
whoosh goes the blood

in three seconds
all my frustration is gone

the knife blade is stained
red from the blood

blood is dripping freely right over
the bathroom tub

at first it is slow and steady
then it starts to speed up

as i push the knife closer to my bone
it makes a faint line

that slowly fills with blood
that barely shows up

I set the knife down and
turn on the faucet

i sit there for a while thinking
of nothing but my knife

how i despise it yet it is my
closest of friends

I squeeze my eyes shut and
grab the knife again

I finger the handle
and think long and hard

what if what if
i could just cut my throat

then how would i feel and
what would they do