Poem: Fifty Knives

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.

SAW 04/08-09/2014

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.