From one knife to another
She covered her ears, lowered her eyes
Leaving her rapid heartbeat exposed and compromised
She locked the doors, hid in the closets
Fingering the knife’s edges and imagining the body composites
She sought a refuge, found a false sanctuary
Disbelieving the knife indeed had no obituary
She vowed to find peace, left the cultural history behind
Misunderstanding that fate was indeed aligned
She now hid the knives, concerned about sadness
Despairing about the impending madness
What does it mean to be free?
What does it mean to be fated?
Inspired in part by the weekly challenge of expectations