And put down the knife"
The candlelight flickers
"Make a wish!"
The cat drowses, eyes no longer green
"Now you are an adult"
The scorching wax drops down
flows down
the stoic candle.
"And put down the knife."
I held the knife tightly.
It wasn't a knife. It was a piece of lifeless
clear plastic.
Etched with the words:
Beauty
Time.
Flash
The camera.
"Come on up, we have our cake here!"
The knife was lead, that sank
into the cake
red, flowing
warm.
I
did not move my hands
The lifeless
despicable
hateful piece of polythene
propelled itself
created
forcefully ripped
apart.
The way of flowing
Downwards.
The way of thinking
Backwards, archaic.
Isolated, despised.
The toppings collapsed
The execution
by the guillotine.
Callous, murderous.
They never liked to be on
there anyway.
Then
I realized
I have torn it apart
Myself.
The knife
just a piece of
lifeless
thoughtless
polythene
A tool.
Of beauty
and time.
