I had fifty knives waiting in my room. Fifty knives to kill myself. Fifty knives fifty wives fifty lies fifty sny remarks.
I chant I chant fifty fifty fifty knives.
It is silent.
I lay on a bed of fifty knives.
Fifty Knives Fifty Knives I die alone on Fifty-Knives.
Entering into the Fifty Word Challenge: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/writing-challenge-fifty/
This is my poem. Please don’t steal, take, copy, rob, or use it.