19-9-09

19-9-09
I have this sudden urge
just to cut you all right out.
I have this sudden urge
just to cut you all…

I’ll grab those scissors
that once sliced my wrist and
I’ll cut messily around your head,
around your shoulders, up and down
your legs and then fold you in half
rip up your image and place you
so carelessly in my waste basket.

I’ll do it just one
at a time, “don’t run” they
will always scream out until
their voices fade ‘cause throats
are worn out eventually and I’ll
force my hand into your neck
if I have to, twist and choke.

I’ll grab those scissors
that once sliced my wrist and
I’ll cut messily around my life,
around my goals, up and down
my mind and then attach myself
to a little coat hanger and let me,
let me hang.