dull cutting shears by Jolie Jordan
the blood spattered quiet
against grey concrete.
I think I should feel
I know; I should feel
but somehow
I become your hands
strong, steady, quick
as you cut me free
as you cut me
deep
I want last year back
when you tore me open
with intent to kill.
now,
you pluck at my skin
like a gardener pruning a bush
and I can do nothing but wince
while hoping for an early fall
07/24/2005 Posted on 07/25/2005 Copyright © 2024 Jolie Jordan
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