The knife listens by Bogdan Dragos

but that handle was made for his hand

hand – handle

handle – hand

the fingers would close

around it to never let go

It had to have flesh around it

at all times

But the blade…

the blade was still naked. He couldn’t let

the blade naked

It wasn’t fair

“So that’s why you stabbed your

mommy then?” the psychiatrist asked him.

“Yes,” he said.

“The knife is more important

to you than mommy?”

“The knife listens. Mommy doesn’t.”