I threw open the knife drawer
seething not defiance but resignation,
A thread within me prayed softly
She would say "stop! I was only playing"
but no, she just cackled,
slammed it shut and said "get out.
do it outside, I don't want to wipe up
the mess that spills out"
It was quick, my story ends,
this is where my blood falls;
learned helplessness, the psychology
of being backed up to the wall