“I have a knife in my hand, slicing beef on the willowware plate, and I cut harder, faster, thinking it is your pink neck under my blade and I am cutting you into little pieces that I will bury in the meadow outside when there is no moon.”
“His words sliced through my heart, cutting it into little pathetic pieces.”
“Cut my pie into four pieces, I don’t think I could eat eight.”
“I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with.”
“Good thing my mother-in-law isn’t pizza shaped, because then I’d have to cut her up into eight slices and serve her to her family. As it is, I only need to cut her up into four pieces, and serve her to the pigs.”
“I stabbed the intruder with a knife. How else was I supposed to cut him into bite-sized pieces?”