Me

I held a knife

My hand bled

It dripped onto the carpets

And then I stared at it

It spread across the woven cloth

I looked at my hand

It was gone

I saw my grandmother

She happened to be my mother

She was knitting my hand

I stared at her

I held a knife

My neck bled

It dripped down my forehead

Then down my lips

I stared at it

I saw my mother

And she held a knife

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20 Jan 21