The old pocket knife
A test to see how sharp it is
Skin
Red welt
No blood
Try again,
Test to see how sharp.
Another red welt
Dotted with blood
One more time
Thin line
Red with bood
Slight pain
Welcomed sensations
Long forgotten feelings
Next day
Three scratches
Etched on skin
Scabs reopened
Pocket knife
Razor blade
Brutal cycle
Deeper and deeper
First drips
Then streams
Over and over
Day after Day
Pain welcomed
Then at last
Six feet
Lower than ground
For eternity
All started
By just one test
Of the sharpness of a blade.