the knife
feels nice
in my
hand
something
solid
something
real
kind of
like the
way
the floor
feels
beneath
my feet
" i have fallen
and i
can fall
no further "
sylvia plath
i love her
i want to talk
with you
about her
about anything
-- but that
unlike this knife
unlike the floor
is unrealistic
and so i slice it
through my
skinny neck
to prove
that i am as solid
and as real
as a knife
-- as the floor
because nothing
is going
to fall
for something
this heartless
no one is going to
be able to fall in love
with a girl like me
-- fall so deep
they can fall
no further
