she pushes the pin slowly in

inch by inch until the head swallows it completely.

only the blade is submerged

moving, concentrating, getting.

the blood to flow throughout

my body is an inert process.

impatiently I lay in bed icing

the sharp metal object.

the cooling soothes the hammering,

ice melts, metal doesn’t.

people pilfer many things, why

not my dagger.

life goes on, and I am living it.

nevertheless my fast forward button is broken.

i even replaced the batteries in the

remote, but only the volume works.



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