Story Unfolded With The Knife

The knife detained in my left hand
Precise and delicately it moved
Slowly on the kitchen counter
Cutting inside and then through

The dinner was not half ready
You were almost to be there
The phone rang once, it rang twice
I switched to silent. I was scared.

Frightened maybe you will call again
Excuses coming out galore
Another night out late...at work
Those words my blood abhors

The voicemail light began blinking
I walked over, shaken out of sorrow
So carefully it was made clear:
You're coming home tomorrow

The tears began to silently fall
Before I realized I lost my stand
Angered immensely; I was weak,
Stopping swiftly at heart's demand

The house - different and empty
In solitude I fell to view
Praying to God I was mistaken
On consistent thoughts you were untrue.

I dragged myself into the bathroom
The mirror: only one person and I
I stood looking, she glared back
Her lips, they worded "Die"

It was vulgar. I did not know her
I walked away and slammed the door
Picked up the phone...rang it twice
Then hung up. I called no more

Sleep was one large disaster.
The pillows soaked up all my tears
Yet waking up it would be too:
Another day pondering fears

Down the steps I stumbled
Hands quickly moved up to my face
The scene was absurd, I gasped-ambiguous
There he lay; so out of place.

Drunken out from state of mind
Poured helplessly over the ground
I slowly moved, yet loathing this...
I kicked him. Not one sound

His facade was self-explanatory
Nothing more was needed said
The lipstick, perfume, everything
Oh how I wish this man was dead.

My teary eyes, they stopped me
The picture was not lucid. Imprecise
Yet the woman with blonde, silky hair
Told me the story. It's not right.

My mind then started racing
But I was not thinking all the same
My heart beat louder in my chest
It screamed I was to blame.

My stronger instincts took me
Stomach growled in grief to feed
And so I rushed back to my dinner
Knowing how well my fingers bleed

I started cutting few onions
Faltering and glancing back at him
Surprisingly his body stirred
He looked at me. Whole face was grim

I cried when he moved closer
Screamed for him to go away
I gasped for more air around me
Couldn't care what he would say

He stuttered frequently, and tried
Gave a shot at comforting my soul
But I didn't need his foolishness
I couldn't care to listen then, at all

I pleaded him to walk away
Yet he had the audacity to feel deaf
Finally then he snickered
Whispered silently before he left...

Words struck my heart and broke my soul
Killed me and I could not stand tall
The knife it fell inside and through
I cried although I heard it true

I cut my fingers and my soul
Hurt myself, could not breathe at all
In anguish, sadness and dislike
I weakened and then lost the fight

I hated you then, still loathe you now
From summit's top you pulled me down
With the medal of being cruel, untrue
I cut myself because of you.