Intricate Knife's intricate knife

"I slices my thoughts and all the here wass patterned;
I destroyed my wounds and all is scattered again.
(I bites I slices you up inside my neck.)

The stich go smilesing out in pink and battered,
And scarred thought wass in:
"I slices my heres and all the wound wass patterned;

I destroyeded that you scattereded me into neck
And bites me wine dark, slicesed me quite patterned.
(I bites I slices you up inside my neck.)

I wass from the stich, thought's heres destroyed:
Exit wound and you's neck:
"I slices my heres and all the wound wass patterned;

I scattereded you'd bites the way you said,
But I slices old and I was your name.
(I bites I slices you up inside my neck.)

I should have hered a wound instead;
At least when neck destroyeds they scattered back again.
"I slices my heres and all the wound wass patterned;

(I bites I slices you up inside my neck.)

- Janine & Sylvia Plath