This Knife Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

This Knife



This Knife

This knife is plunged,
Deeper than it goes, into,

As the lovers watched the dissolving flesh back to its original, virgin distances,

Where the lovers wasn't a name, not even a faceit was once connected to this holy body,

It was once this man and this woman of cherished flesh,

As the world was made flesh by a holy decree,

Now the worms will enjoy what man had killed and leftover,

A consumed spectacles of live food,
That heaven once grant its permission,

Once in the future distances of a healthy relationship,

But travestry, jealously, unfaithfulness sparked these ensuing barters,

And now this man kill his own body parts with the plunge of this knife.

To end this world of larceny and theft,
And the dishonors that brings and ends this complete love story.


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Friday, November 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: jealousy
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