The Scissors

To be honest,

My stress was at its peak.

Nothing helped, not even smoking.

I ran a bath, tossed in a bath bomb.

Carefully placed a pair of scissors on the bathroom vanity.

Stepped into the tub when the bomb dissolved.

The scissors were there so I could cut. The scissors were there

because when the stress got this high Id normally bring them out. The scissors

knew what my skin felt like, they had been brought out often. The scissors

know their purpose and their place and hadnt been brought out in months.

The water cooled. Bubbles popped. The scissors sat, unmoving from the vanity.

They went unused that night.

Instead, I thought of you