Lock me up in your bars of rage;
Open my throat to sing.
Watch my longing escape,
Seeping out faster now.
Watch my blood spread.
Truth is the dirty knife in your hand
And knowing those unknown things.
Fearful still?
Go ahead
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I love this. “Truth is the dirty knife in your hand” really got me. I equally enjoyed how you ended with a question as opposed to a statement. Wonderfully done.
I like it! Knowing those unknown things… Delicious!
Sounds sinister, not sure if it is. Like the photo too.
“Truth as a dirty knife” is the best image ever. 😉
Truth can hurt and cut…
Gruesome! And I love the animated photo.
“Truth is the dirty knife in your hand” so powerful.
Awesome imagery here!
I love the way the title sets this piece up….like a challenge in the face of the dirty knife of truth. Very powerful.
Fearful still, you ask? After this I may be more afraid!
Really well written. I liked this.
I liked the bars of rage…and how the fear is what causes the rage. Also, how you open and close with a taunt. A nicely wrapped, gritty little package.
Wow, that was unsettling! ‘open my throat to sing’ – yikes.
“knowing those unknown things” — wonderful phrase. Smart.