knife wounds

not being able to write

losing my words

darkness

that’s what i fear

never seeing the world again

being by myself

solitary

that’s what i’m afraid of

pain

dying

i don’t like them

love?

i don’t know how

never getting beyond myself

stuck in a slough

wasting

what if that happened?

but through love

comes death

that brings life

when downward falls

the knife