(Or, if they're trickier pupils than I was, knifing each other).
There Agnes operatically ponders ("I hear footsteps, awful coming footsteps"; "I am run through and through with disaster; I am knifed to the hilt with fate"), poeticizing even her wounds, the bruises "blossoming like star clusters under the skin".
And sometimes, when not fueled by scotch and pharmaceuticals, I question whether those voices should be on the receiving end of my own tinny, but endless stream of obscenities and taunts as I'm knifed in the head by e1itegamer007 for the 30th time.
Throughout my childhood I was knife-sharp and aquatic in sunlight.
"I'd been knifed in the back," Mr. Lott wrote in his book, "Herding Cats: A Life in Politics".
I have been knifed in the hand (protecting my face), stabbed in the back, bottled over the head and hit by a car but, if anything, it has made me stronger.
But my feelings of anxiety and depression were so deep rooted that I was sticking knives into my arms and exploring ways of ending my own existence.
"Is it gonna be knives, ball-peen hammers, guns?
"They could just come in, kick my doors in, and all I've got is knives".
"I was pointing the knife at him and he was slamming his briefcase into the knife.
Then I was handed a knife to kill the last man.
