Soften the sharp edges
of my life
With the blunt side of the knife.
Don't
plunge in
the blade.
Scrape it gently over my brusing skin.
Reveal my inner flesh,
but only in a dream.
The tip - don't use it as a spear
but as a brush
on the canvas that's my body.
Paint me with my blood, but don't
break me,
just
dull
the edges
of my pain.
2.12.2017