She grasps the scissors
holding it like a dagger
satisfied
that the curve in the scissors
were made specially
to fit her small hands
she takes the scissors
It traces long white paths against her skin
teasing
twirling and dancing against her skin
the skin playfully springs the blade back up
you cant get me
they seem to taunt
It traces long white paths against her skin
dreaming
of the red rivers it can create
how it longs to break
something in all this perfection
a rip
or just a tear
a tiny jab maybe
the girl holds the scissors eye level
snip snip snip
she holds them like chopsticks
as the hungry jaws open wide
snapping hungrily at the empty air
it seems to want to take a greedy bite
at those curious eyes
she holds it
the cold steel blade
vertical to her stomach
just like how her mother had done it
3 years ago
she looks down
the scar is still there
the scar from when the beak
and taken its hungry jab
the scar from when
her mother had held it
vertical like now
now the scissors gawks
holding its breath
at the flawless perfection
a sea of tender skin
and longs to dive right in
again
her hand moves up
feeling the cold steel blade
she holds it dagger-like again
how far will you go?
She asks
(it returns an icy smile
as she feels the
stainless steel blade
plunge in
again
sorry for the darkness..its based on true story..and its not perfect..i need to fix it
the stuff in ( ) is b/c i dont know know where to/if i should put it:
(stainless steel blade
it says
it flashes a smile
under the light
as she turns the scissors
but the tips of the blade
are already stained
1 inch high
with old blood)