Madness and scissors

 

Her mind is gone ——-

its gone twisted and snapped

all around her the world is wrapped.

Scissors clinking snapping cold

all things repeated older than old

Soul to the devil ripped and sold.

She took scissors to slice

cut up and dice

Her twisted hate and vice.

Cut to the bone

In a cold apartment alone

In her own zone

She steps into a world

her self unfurled

Male and female curled.

Within.

3 comments

  1. marilynmunrow · March 14, 2016

    Reblogged this on Marilyn Munrow and commented:
    Better and better with each poem sugar. Love your work.

    Like

  2. marilynmunrow · March 14, 2016

    So very pityful. She should try to get help and move on with her sad lonely life

    Liked by 1 person

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