Cutting her hair, at one time, would make her cry. It was such a horrible experience
Utter fear would grip her upon sitting in the chair knowing she was at the mercy of the hairdresser
Red hair ringlets defined the core of who she was and were her pride and joy, so she was so particular
Letting the electric razor zoom across her scalp, she smiled.
Suck it, cancer! She would grow back stronger.
She held the knife in two hands like a samurai sword.
Looking at the watermelon, her sworn enemy, she bowed her head.
It was going to be a battle to the death, but she didn’t feel like dying tonight!
Cutting deftly, the watermelon never had a chance and soon it was bleeding chunks on her counter.
Extremely happy with herself, she popped a piece in her mouth and spit out the seeds.
Cutting out moments in time
Licking and sticking them into her memory
It made her happy collating all of them
Putting the rest of the dross in the recycle bin
Systematic suturing of her emotional wounds
The pain of sewing the gash to her psyche was almost unbearable
It continued to throb years later, but the echoes of the horrific laceration kept getting weaker
They left the itch of wanting to see if she had healed enough yet
Cutting loose and pulling out each piece of mental floss
Her battle scar, now exposed, made her proud of not only surviving but healing
Cutting wood and working up a sweat
He fell into a rhythm that made the job almost pleasurable
Only his hands, his back, and his arms would claim otherwise
Perhaps it wasn’t pleasurable at all
Perhaps the story was a bit too flat
Letting it feel two dimensional
Allow your characters to take off and fly
Now I would also shave off a bit here and there
Eventually cutting out all the plain.
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Perhaps smoking wasn’t the best thing for Marcus’ health
It definitely meant cutting his life significantly shorter
People had warned him not to pick up the habit
Except being a dragon hunter paid so well.
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Cutting and tape would be cheating
Realize the Zen of proper folding
Elephants and cranes made of paper
As fingers show off their dexterity
Solemnly teasing out a third dimension from two
Evoking the surreal as its goal
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Purchasing liberty through sacrifice
Red stained trails through foreign lands
It fulfilled a solemn oath
Cutting freedom away from the oppressor’s grasp
Ensuring another day for democracy
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So much cutting in her past
Cuts that let blood and tears flow equally freely
All that was in the rear view mirror now
Rachel wore their history as a testament that there is a future
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