Mr Sliced-by-a-breadknife

 

He dropped

the breadknife

cut into

his leg

 

He dropped

all defences

and chose

never to speak again

 

They are just walls,

words,        pretence

can never explain

 

His only friend gave up too

crawled down

from the chopping board

 

Now they sit

in silence,

the two

still faces

low-down

on the dirty kitchen wall

turn and follow

every movement

stack post-it notes

on eachothers foreheads

that will one day

be published

and they’ll disturb

cut into you again

Mr Sliced-by-a-breadknife

and his friend

 

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