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DEATH (Beta Version)
by Terry OlynikAmanda sliced the carrots
For the night's beef stew.
She was once again drawn
To the sharpness of the knife,
And it's clean, effortless cuts.
A blade which could in an instant
Give her blessed relief
And an eternal slumber.
The chuck steak had burned,
Sealing her decision.
08/09/2010 Posted on 08/10/2010
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/10/10 at 01:29 PM I thought of this years ago but all I end up doing is sharpening my kitchen knives for the day. Over and over and over again! It works quite as a beta. |
| Posted by Erin Eymard on 08/10/10 at 06:38 PM Terry,
I love how you have taken us on the small journey from the mundane to the morbid. Such a short journey for mankind. |
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