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 stabbing
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.
A Teacup Full of Stories 