
I do not think I will ever accidentally hurt myself with a knife, for I have made a blood pact with it and it will not betray me.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 64 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-18-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3033607
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Sometimes when I'm cooking,
my mother yells at me for handling the knife incorrectly.
And I know that sometimes I am clumsy and heavy-handed and dangerous,
yet I cannot be afraid
when I have known the edge of the blade so intimately, so comfortably.
I know what will make blood. I know what will not. And so I do not fear it.
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