Scissors.
Tempting, Beautiful, Breathtaking crafting scissors.
Calling out to me.
Ignore
Just ignore
IGNORE!

No use,
The scissors were in my grasp.
I ran under the bed.
Snip, Snip, Snip.
My long hair
falling
spiraling slowly
to the wooden floor.
I was in Control
Rebellious
On top of the world.

CRASH!
scissors.
tumbling out of my hand
oh no!
what have I done?
Hair
Beautiful, Golden hair
surrounded all around me.
What have I done?

my mother walks in
furious
“what have you done?”
I look in the mirror
crying.
lots of crying.
Hair.
No longer flowing down my back
Now shaped like a bowl
an ugly,ridiculous bowl.