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


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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