not all knives are made of iron

virginal sheets covered in blood

the double, triple, quadruple beds

the blood soaks your mattresses of despair

your knife, invisible to others, dripping, ashamed

while the mattress is the only witness of your crimes

and the only confirmation

of your existence

purified

peace, and quiet, and beauty, and balance, and honesty, have all returned to me after having been severely disturbed.
i'm cleansed. my spirit is wide open.

i'm fearless.

(what a lot of cliches. but it's all true).