My Phobia

I have had a thing about knives since childhood. No idea why but they terrify me; I am never able to hold one Without dropping it feeling a slow steady hand coaxing one to easily and gladly slice my throat I never watched horror movies, for I grew up in the sixties When Vincent Price was the only scary guy In black and white he was not terrifying Just someone sinister worth shrieking about for a second. My husband noticed right away because I refused to have knives in the house We have been married almost fifty years; I still do not like them. I shudder as I walk past the knife block on the counter Which he talked me into after forty two years of marriage Every time I pass these knives I feel my throat being cut swiftly across and I hear a diabolical laugh.