Scissors

Scissors, glossy pictures

Glide between the snapping silver blades.

Guillotine-edged, lip-looking, glinting in the sunlight,

That filters through the dust and lace,

Dead flies and grime that veil the window's glass.

Celebrities are amputated from their paper prison,

Pieces of the pages, edges and corners, float away.

Each image, some bold, some fading,

Gather in drifts on the wall, with it's peeling paint,

They are stabbed by drawing-pins,

Bound in masking tape,

Hiding blood-messages and eyeliner-graffiti,

Pleasing to the eyes

Of a girl like me,

Sitting in solitary confinement,

Left to go mad.

Reviews

[Mister Rat]

This was very fun to read, it put a lot of images in my head. : )

[idarelic_]

You kept it short, bittersweet, and obscure, yet clear enough for others to relate to it. Kudos. Really - you have genuine talent.

[KatDarkness]

Thanks very much :)

[xXChanceXx]

This was an interesting write. Elequently written. Very nice.

[KatDarkness]

Thank you :)