The Edge

three times the knife 
and the skin unbroken
in the sink the suds 
drain away and the 
dishes stack 
their own way the 
glass of water emptied
filled and the light 
remaining stilled

three times the steel
the ridged skin
the biting edge
rocking blade of secrets
and no pledge, the
ghost of the future
stalks my back
and grins - feel
the time pass
in seconds slow
and still
the beating heart
the biting steel
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