snip snip

snip snip
i have a pair of scissors
and i love them.

they gleam
in the soft moonlight.
the air is thick cardstock

rich, creamy paper
just like your skin and bones
and you

mean nothing anymore.

bright, delicate tissues
just like the emotions i felt
when you crumpled me.

smooth them the hell out because im only more beautiful now

snip.
snip.
you've been cut.


-Divya
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i'm at peace.