I hide knives  everywhere

One razor sharp knife that always
is at the ready to cut an end to it

In the bathroom another knife
that slices through water with
a golden shine

Beer mixed blood squirts
through the kitchen from the little scar knife.

Never again be able to cut
a hospital room 
from your head.

I hide knives everywhere
under blankets, so that horny men

can cut the ties around my desecrated body
liberate the cage of my womanhood.

With make up I cut myself a clowns mouth
on my sharply drawn lips.

This way nobody sees the knives in my soul
daggers turned inward
swords turned outward

I hide knives everywhere