She felt the knife pierce her chest.
The agony of her ripping flesh
tore an anguished scream
from inside
Why? She shrieked. Why?
The knife said nothing –
merely stared at her
with a serrated smile.
If it could talk, it would convey,
Don’t blame me for this heinous deed.
Ask the hand that made you bleed.
Poet Rummager 
Serrated smiles make me blush!
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Now I know what to get you for Christmas 😀
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Make sure you check the list twice!
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The poem’s ending is awesome! I wish I wrote it. Damn.
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Thank you! Remember when “Talk to the hand” was a popular phrase? I always loved saying that… annoyed the hell out of people. Lol!
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“Talk to the hand because my face don’t understand” — My cousin used to that. So…I talked to her hand whenever possible. She didn’t like that very much.
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That’s funny! All I’d say was “talk to the hand.” I bet it pissed your cousin off after awhile. I guess I’m talking to your hands. Lol.
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Very well written and makes a very valuable point! 😉
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Well, now that you’ve put it quite bluntly — Lol. Thanks!! Have a knife day 😀
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HAHA! You are so very punny. 😉
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Ah yes the forever hand
but what about the watchful eye
That turned to see her………
Over come with passion
The hand over took the eye
Neither one can do
The Sheldon Perspective
I can never help myself
I’m just a hopeless romantic
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Beautiful words. Thanks Sheldon.
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Sharp and to the point. Wonderful read
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Thanks so much!
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You’re welcome xx
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Rose!! Love it! I admire your writing so much! You write the words my soul isn’t able to write itself. You’re amazing ❤️😉😘
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What an incredible compliment! Thank you beautiful friend. 🌹❤️💋
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You’re so welcome!! ❤️😘
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Man, this poem is really sharp.
I’ll show myself out.
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The poem is cutting edge! Lol. Visit again soon.
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Oof! Chills!
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Thanks! Chills are fun to get. 😍
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What a poem, top class, with a photo of equal properties. The hand that once fed us has a lot to explain.
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Thank you!! The hand that rocks the cradle can also rock a knife! Uh, oh.
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A beautiful one. loved it. 🙂
Regards,
Karmughil
http://www.authoringlife.wordpress.com
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Oh so dark Rose.
And straight to the point.
Loved it. 🔪🔪🔪
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Point well expressed, Alan! 🔪☠🌹 Thanks!!
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I also love the title.
Great imagery. 😎
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Love this description of a serrated smile. Good, dark write.
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Thanks much! I’m giving you a smile that’s not serrated. 😆
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Yup! It’s the hands fault!
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Spank that naughty hand! Spank it good!!
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What a heinous poetry, Rose. A knife which smiles with a serrated smile. Brrrr! Terrific.
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Thank you Princess Monica! xo ❤
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You’re very welcome, my Rose ❤
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Just like a bloody knife…blaming its actions on someone else. That knife needs to pull up its big-girl panties and take responsibility for what it does. 😀
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Lol! Knives don’t do well with big-girl panties, I suppose — they should just go commando, I guess 😀
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“Serrated smile” is a great phrase. The last 2 lines are what I call a *good* sick joke: the joke disgusts me; I laugh anyway; my laughter disgusts me; I still laugh.
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Laughing at disgusting jokes is fun in a sick way — embrace your freakishness, Mel. I know I do 😀
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Knives are exhibitionists…I suppose it’s too much to expect them to wear panties–or undies of any kind. 😀
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Lmao! They’re also flashers. No shame.
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Haha…I agree…completely, utterly, shameless.
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Yep, blame the hand. BTW, they say that it is no good to give away a sharp object for a gift. This will kill relationship. That serrated smile is wicked 😉
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Lol. Very sharp remarks, my dear friend! You need to take a *stab* at stand up comedy. 😀
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I am serious about the sharp objects as gifts. Did some observations in the past.
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That’s fascinating. I don’t believe I’ve ever given sharp objects as gifts before.
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Don’t. Ruins friendships in no time.
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Phew > There are some strong words there. Glad your still in he zone with your writing. Its been a while Rose. Hope your ok 🙂
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Hello Andy! Good to see you here. I’ll visit very soon and thank you for such sweet words. I’m doing great! Hope you’re all right, as well! 🙂
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That would be a dangerous smile 😀 But, I just love the last two lines. Truly, the weapons are just like puppets, the hands in charge of them are the villains….
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Yes, you’re always so perceptive, Mani — a beautiful and wise soul are you. Thank you. ❤
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You are kind….. ❤
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Quite beautiful, Rose. This poem could be recited in any age, as knifes are old as mankind.
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Thank you, darling Francis! I’m sorry I missed your comment earlier.
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