tethers.

 (October 2015)

I want to take out my scissors

so, I can finally cut my ties with you.

It seems that they're indestructible

but, I know it will only take a minute or two.

I wish I could find my scissors

so, I won't have to feel that tug.

You're beginning to pull too hard;

the strings are snug.

I simply cannot find my scissors

so, I start to use my bare hands.

The heat of it all is burning me

and I can see you as I stand.

You're plucking me like a flower

continuously yanking on my stem.

I found my scissors

they were exactly where I left them.