I'm taking control Your wife stood in her studioa paintbrush in one handthe pole of her IV stand in the other.You remember how she stood that morning - she wasnt wearing any shoes-She had her easel by the balcony doorsand she stared out into the woods beside your house.not knowing you were watching she sat the brush downand lifted a pair of scissors that she kept aroundand cut off her long blackwithout even flinching-you gasped and she turned slowly to youand as you fell to your kneesa tear slipped down her cheekinto an uneven smile on her mouthand she laughedthat weak laugh you never wanted to hear.-and then she whispere
PaperScissors PaperScissorsshe keeps taking scissors to these articlescutting words out of them like she caresher bedroom wall is pasted with the news of long ago...faded pictures help her feel like someones thereshe keeps all these scrapbooks piled up on the floorcuttings are the debris of this gameidolising pictures of these stars dead long agowishing in her head she was the same...These paperscissorsthey cut into the pagelike they cut into her wrists not long agothese paperscissorsare rusted up with age...remnants of the past she wont let goShe has photographs that dont belong to herlabelled like she knew the peoples name
eternal everythings laced wih venom these dayone word leads to a fighta look leads to humiliationill never love another like i loved youyou are the world and anything beyond and ill spend eternity trying to get you even if i give up
esteem cut to shredsit lies in a box with ribbons and stringshe is gone from me.She kisses me goodbye every night.Bedroom lights are drowning me....my tears bathe the world in salty sorrowso long body, so long mind...i love youso long forever
Sta.sh
