The Cutting Pledge

With this knife
I take in pain
To cut my self
Deeply to the bone
Never cry a tear
It only weakens you more
Kiss her deeply after it's done
Never say sorry
Never scream a word
Hand her the knife
As she too cuts
Drink each other's blood
With a mix of vodka
Say a prayer to the God
Look deep into the eyes
Kiss each other good bye

Reviews

[tarag]

This poem leads me on several tangents. First came the thought of someone so devoted to self-pain as to be conditioned to not crying, feeling that showing tears may mean more than sharing an emotion. Then the inclusion of a partner in this what I can only call a ritual, without apologizing for creating a mutual pain. Drinking blood from each other indicates an intimacy but the vodka adds a touch of either need or celebration. To have what seems an intimate moment be the last, for whatever reason, raises the ritualism to a prayer in itself. I think this is very well written. Whereas with fiction, you are told to write what you know, I find in poetry you write what you envision.