Entry #2 - Poem

[acoustics1220]

Sting

They burned, those cuts – all for you
They were lopsided again, they could never get it right is what you always said

Trying to fix them
Who was more frustrated?
I can still feel the sting as
Those scissors snipped

Adrenaline and emotion
Numbed everything

I had to blink and think
Think

We finally got it
But there was left over clippings
Things shouted and sneered
I won’t forget

They burn, those cuts – all of you

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