The Editor

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Cutting is a way of Life to the Editor

Sometimes he finds her sore. 

I was watching him talk with hands out wide

Then I saw the cuts on the side. 

Cutting was his life. 

He obsessed night and day

Hoping to make the perfect way. 

He dreamt of blades at night.

They were always kept in sight. 

He woke early one morning.

There was blackness everywhere. 

He saw some people mourning.

He walked over to there. 

Cutting was his life. 

She was drenched with tears

This concentrated his fears. 

He looked into the grave,

another life we couldn't save.

Author's Note

I don't know, inspired by a teacher I have. The only part that stuck with me was "Cutting was his Life", the rest is improvised.

Reviews

[Radad Ibn Nasir]

Improv is the best practice.. This is good, it leaves a kind of mystery lingering, good write!