Sunil D'pudi

The Kitchen Knife - Poem by Sunil D'pudi

I rip the stomach open
With a sharp stab.
One strike into her rib cage
And another into her spine;
She falls dead.
Death, beautifully executed by paralytic pangs.
The red smudge
Spoils my steely shine.
I enjoy my role
In the solo show,
But in a matter of seconds
The situation turns stagnant.

The murderer, her paramour,
The truth and breath in me.
Just three blocks away
From the house of adultery,
He throws me
Into a thick growth of thorny weeds.

The forensic experts
Miss the biggest clue in me.
Me - the murder weapon.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 31, 2005

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