Each still serrated edge
tearing through the whispers
lingering over the ledge
like deeply cutting words

Bleeding out our pandemonium
as we echo terrors far
Standing at this podium
confessing who we truly are

They are the blades we bought
when we believed in better things
and now when hearts are caught
They are the very death they bring

Sparingly at first did we
dare to prune and trim
until we pushed a little more
and dug the knife right in

(October 23rd, 2017)