Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Razor blades, broken
from their Bic plastic
housings

cut to tiny pieces
in the workshop
and smuggled back out

to the kitchens

to be inserted with
criminal ingenuity
into the interiors

of roast potatoes.
Part of dinner
for a beast.

sounds true, or you got a hell of an imagination


Reminds me of those comic books that warped my mind in the fifties. flashing back to a story I read nearly sixty years ago. It was called "Strop your killing me." also about razors and revenge/payback/justice

Synopsis for "Strop! You're Killing Me!"
A fireman gets rid of an older employee by purposely delaying his response to a fire at his house. His ghost gets revenge by replacing the fire house decent pole with a straight razor.
Tales From The Crypt #37,

pardon my geezer meandering memory

Insightful and craft and art

stilltrucking, I loved your synopsis, the thought of sliding down that razor..damn.
(I may use the whole of your synopsis for a found poem)

Tell, thanks for the read and post bro.

David