blood pact

Yesterday, I made a pact with myself
I signed my name, but I wanted to do something more. I wanted my blood on the page. Just a drop to smear in acknowledgment of my promise. But Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer were much better at making blood oaths than I am. I found my pocket knife and I tried to prick my finger, but my knife wasn't sharp enough. Did I learn nothing from my grandfather? It doesn't matter the quality of the knife, always keep it sharp. Always keep you knives sharper, sharper than your wits. I couldn't do it. I couldn't make myself bleed. I didn't have that fortitude. I wanted my promise bound in blood, but my knife wasn't sharp enough, or maybe my intent wasn't sharp enough. I had to make do with my letters and words.