but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand
the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let
the blade naked
It wasn't fair
"So that's why you stabbed your
mommy then?" the psychiatrist asked him.
"Yes," he said.
"The knife is more important
to you than mommy?"
"The knife listens. Mommy doesn't."