Hand Me a Knife

Hand me a knife

for my skin will not shed.

 

Hand me a knife

for the roots of my loneliness has reached the tips of my toes

and beyond

tangling with the roots underneath the earth.

 

Hand me a knife

for I am an artist

and would like to draw a straight line.

 

A sharp one please

to cut myself out of this skin

for it is too tight.

 

A poke

a nudge

a break through

then comes the blood

gushing.

 

And, oh!

I have cut myself.

 

Shaikha ALsuwaidi