It's Still Life

PA: use these words:  button, gather, hold, not, sweep, toxic 
I.
A Clean Break

She will march like the sun
back into her own name,
gather how many things
her suitcase will hold.

It happens.
Mistakes.
It happens.
Like blunt knives and bent forks.
She’s leaving him,
but not before she makes the bed
and sweeps the floor.

It’s her last toxic response
to his fleeting hot eyes.

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Quickly:  special talent 
II.
How Sharp?

So sharp
It’ll slice a sheet a paper.

So sharp
You won’t feel its cut.

So sharp
You’ll not know your finger’s missing.

So sharp
Wind whistles off its edge.

So sharp
Are my knives.

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These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s prompts and Writers’ Digest (Poetic Asides) November poem-a-day challenge. The aim: to produce a chapbook for submission. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Images are ©Misky, and created using AI-Midjourney.