The dull and edgy knife
weighs heavy on my skin
waiting to pierce through
and let the pain seep in
The wolf is snarling, baring teeth
so rip me open, let me bleed
break my ribs and cut my heart
let the wolf inside me feed
The metal is cold and it stings
dripped in fear and dread
the lies begin their singing
leaving songs stuck in my head
Like what about this feeling –
that I’m never good enough?
It’s her voice that kills me
why the waves are always rough
Can I wash this out with water?
Is it always in the blood?
Who is going to save me
from the waves of the coming flood?
Life Lessons From Around the Dinner Table 
An exceptional poem, Kristian! It cuts to the soul and leaves a stain in indelible ink. Love the title and the picture was made for this poem. This is you speaking in your clearest and strongest voice, where the beauty within is potent and inescapable. Well written, my dear friend!
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Thank you so much, my friend! I fell in love with that picture a long time ago and recently stumbled upon it again. I knew I had to use it. I feel like the artist had me in mind when he or she drew it. Thanks for the play on words idea, it really helped me come up with the title!
Your support and friendship mean the world to me. You’re the best! ❤
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Very powerful word. Beautifully written Kristian
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Thank you so much, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😉
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Wow! Amazing use of words and image.
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Thank you so much!!
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