Phantom Knife: A Poem

Hi there! I hope you enjoy this poem that I wrote this evening. As always please feel free to leave a comment with any thought or feedback you may have on this piece. Thanks!

Trigger warning: This piece is based on a metaphor and description of stabbingknife-316655_1280

It is strange, for, today

I was pierced by a phantom blade,

Slicing in between the ribs, point

Penetrating right through my heart

Until its white-hot tip hit

My very soul;

And yet

My voice would not cry out

At the pain of it, and

My eyes would not form tears

For the sake of it,

And whilst I could feel

The full weight of it

And I was left

With this handle sticking out my chest,

There was no blood to show for it

And no cause

To die from it.

And somehow that

Was the worst of it.

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