I don’t blame you
or the knife, we were moulded
to be at each other’s throat
yet I don’t even know
what you dream of at night
just that murder is our job
all day, we just don’t see
the blood anymore
and for recess, we drink
but I came out too soft
and I can’t cut, or won’t,
it’s a really fine line, who knows
so
slice away and
take what you need
I don’t blame you
or your knife
