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There is a pair of scissors I used to use
Black and red and petitely shaped
I cut up words with it
And paste them on walls
I read them and
They give me a
Pat on the back

I grow older and so do those scissors
The words I cut out form sentences, yes
They jumble together until they produce meaning
I give myself
A pat on the back

When he died the scissors lay
On the table, where no one ever used them
The words became angrier and angrier until I
Grabbed the scissors and slashed through them, and they
Floated to the ground

There are no words anymore
Just me and a pair of dusty old scissors
They don't slash words any more, only two wrists
And there are no more pats on the back




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BrokenBrookeThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jan. 25 at 9:25 pm:
Wow, really powerful poem. And, I'm sorry you feel so sad that you cut. but, you must have hope that the dark days will soon be over. :)
 
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