You came to me with knives under your skinFlesh raised and swollenWhere they had burrowed deep beneathNo longer bleeding but still rawReady to open at the slightest agitation I asked you who put them there and whyYou showed me their namesEngraved on the handlesand I stopped countingHow many carried your own I guided you around so they wouldn’t catchon corners or sharp edgesI padded everything to keep you safeAnd vowed never to see my own nameGraven in steel and when the time wa...