Between The Bars

You wield knives, sharp ones,
intent on bleeding me to death,
the kind that stab through any defense,
the kind that are made of hope and promise,

the kind that are thin enough
to get between the bars
of the cage that protects my heart,
and slice me to pretty ribbons.

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