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.
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