I Felt It, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X.

You took a mundane accident
A knife in the kitchen incident
And used words so magnificent

I could feel that flap of skin
The piercing pain within
The thumb betrayed it’s kin

Thin as a piece of paper
Dangling off of the top
The bleeding wouldn’t stop

You spoke of the Revolutionary War
The British brought you gore
Zero pilots red spots clot

The onion was the plot.
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This is a poem about my favorite poem of all time by Sylvia Plath, “Cut”.