Feeling Knives

While taking a walk
I left your conversation behind
I never looked back
I didn’t want to visualize first hand
Knives in flight
My back exposed
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I don’t know if you were smiling
Curious, I’d rather know directly I suppose
What happens beyond my eyes
I’ve been told
I ought never know
Vacant stares; quiet mystique
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Remember those expressed
Deepest fears
Have you ever felt like
Afterward
Life remained exposed
Beyond your safest dreams
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We all have stories that we can share
We might just caution our greatest fear