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Cutting
They were just scissors
Things to help you cut
Paper snowflakes, construction paper hearts,
little girls...
He held my hand and led me
Into his room
Onto his bed
A light in the corner
For clarity.. of purpose
His hand on my thigh
I wondered... What next?
Then blinding intensity
Cold metal inside me
And
N O T H I N G
As I disappeared
I saw the scissors
That used to be silver
Dripping red...

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