Friday, October 31, 2014

Poetry Friday: PASSING THE KNIFE

A scary poem for Halloween . . . .


Passing the Knife

Here come the hands
without a body,
wielding  a knife
that cuts off my hands
and seizes my body.

Here come my hands,
without a body,
wielding  the knife,
searching for . . .
you.




Dia Calhoun

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