I’ve always felt the need to drive a knife through my ankle
I don’t know if this is how to explain the pain or stop it
But now there are things going through my skin
A knife cutting my tissue
A camera poking my bones
A needle putting foreign material into my body
An expert hand guiding it all
I sometimes feel the need to drive a knife through my heart
I don’t know if this is how to explain the pain or stop it
But now a piece of me just wants to know what it feels like
A knife sits in front of me
A knife backs away from my chest
A knife drops onto the floor
My hand guiding it all
Words by Kelly Cusack
Artwork by Grace Plunkett
This piece was originally published in Edition 29.
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