She dropped the knife

She dropped the knife, as
I hugged her hurt, and
mopped her tears.
The knife shrieked
as it
met the earth.
"I hate life-
the very idea of breathing"
I hugged her tight,
like a monk clasps its mother
for fear of falling,
like her
knife.
"Not today love, not today,
Not tomorrow or the days that follow"

I'll tame the knife and
quench its bloodthirst;
teach it to live
like the spoon
and the stars-
giving life,          life
and
                        death sometimes.