The Hand with the Knife
Laijon Liu 20240323
your hands made to tickle and cuddle
thru time will heal the old opening wound
your hands tuck her under a warm blanket
give her sweet dreams and a safe harbor
your hands stretch out, embrace tight
your hands push her out to the barren field
her bony arms, tiny hands, pitied by an elf
her image of your past exact you resent
the heath you dwell on offers nothing but decays
and you wish it burns til it no longer exists
the feud she suffers and she must endure
it cuts thru anything with miraculous power
what rends your heart, severed her blessed arm
her fragile figure wanders off, lost in the wasteland.
