I never thought these words
would drop onto my keyboard.
I am convinced I have killed someone.
I don’t remember why, or who he was.
My memory, half hidden in a fog,
We both held the knife.
I remember he was left-handed.
He lunged first, twisting away.
I received a deep stab to my left thigh.
He fell past me, I spun around,
my knife lodged in his back.
He fell on my kitchen floor.
Trouble is, there has never been
a dead body on my floor.
The two-inch scar on my thigh
tells me there should be.
I have no explanation for the mark he left.
A childhood accident has been suggested.
Others say it could be an old memory
From a past life we carry forward
Once in a while, the scar itches
Reminding me of something
I cannot fully remember…
© Anita Dawes 2021
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Thank you!
A great attention grabber! Love it 🙂
Thank you, Chris…
So creepy and haunting. What a great tease, Anita. This would make a great start to a thriller.
It would, wouldn’t it? But Anita doesn’t write thrillers (but I do!)
Write away, Jaye
I am having trouble writing anything lately, but determined to bounce out of the inertia, and soon!
It’s been a strange year for the muses, for sure. You’ll find you mojo. 🙂
Yes, I can feel a change coming…