The Blades Of Abandon

Questions swallow me

Taunting me with hope and deprivation

As I continue to press harder

I wonder, could I feel more alive than this?

Your words I choose

Like beauty in a twelve piece cutlery set

Caressing and admiring

In a world of nothing else

I run them down my arms

Softly over my skin

And feel the gifts they possess

Still, I am unable to choose

I focus on my changing reflection

Pondering the fear and questions

Again I dreamt of a world where blood drips forever

I close my eyes

Just a little longer this time

And let my fingers find that which my eyes could not

I hear the word and let go of my hold

This abandon becomes a shadow in my place

ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn