Life's Blades

Life's Blades

The slice of the blade
Removes the wood
Feels the tension
As the object moves

The blade snags on the hard covering, our shells,
Pulls away the outsides,
Slowly shows what's within.

Smell the wood
The blades pull it in.
Don't let the shavings go.
Never let the secrets free.

People scrape off our our parts,
Strip our layers until we're defenseless.
Like the pencil after it's pulled out
A bare tip is displayed.





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