Angel of Knives

a poem for NaPoWrMo.

Sylvia Clare MSc. Psychol
Nov 4 · 2 min read
Derby Knife Angel — friends photo shared on facebook

Your face is pained even though
you stand strong, glimmering.
A monument to death overcome

A metallic taste in your mouth perhaps,
like that of blood spilled along the blades
of each knife, your DNA built from broken bodies.

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Sylvia Clare MSc. Psychol

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Mindfulness teacher, poet, author. Top writer on Quora 2018 and Medium in Parenting and Feminism. https://sylviaclare.co.uk/

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