Sunday, October 21, 2007

The torture

She takes the knife and thinks
About if she really should do this.
All of a sudden, the knife scratches
Through the tender skin.

It is almost done
Just about 10 minutes left.
Her hands shake when she applies
The second cut.

Her stomach growls
Due to the big torture
She is set out to.
Just one more thing to do –

Put the sliced apple
Onto a plate and enjoy it!

Philip Kern

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

What the fuck!
Now I am worried about u phip
:P
nice poem

yours sincerely Nobody XD

Anonymous said...

scratches???

Regards
K.Sauer

Anonymous said...

Scraches: poetic licence ;)

Regards,
Philip