With a Knife in Hand

With a knife in hand…

 

            

Kill your darlings they say? With a knife in hand. One tied behind the back. Eyes closed. With a swipe of a pen. One fell swoop, cut down all of my little friends. They lay shriveled and dead in the waste bin. A tear glistens down the side of my face. But I know it was a necessary kill. With a knife in hand, and the swipe of a pen. My darlings, my friends, lie impeccably still.

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[Hello, Goodbye]

Succinct and apt. There is no joy without loss. There is no appreciation without absence. There is no rebirth without death.