Hesitating ever still, sharp scissors in her hand. Letters were gone and photos too, it was a sight she couldn’t stand. With frozen breath each knot was cut, dismantling the dreams. Tearfully enflamed…each ashen eye, a catcher with broken seams. It was the worst to feel each cut sink into swollen tide. She never wanted to sever these strings for from herself she can not hide.
by Felicia Lujan


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