She carried scissors around,
Everywhere she went.
This is why...
He searched,
Miles,
For her burning flesh.
She heard him coming,
She ran.
Like a fox,
Chased by a hunter,
She ran too fast.
She needed defense,
A way for her to
Just
Stop
Running.
Today he still chases her,
She found her defense.
That is why,
She carries scissors,
Everywhere
She
Goes.
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A Series of Poems
PoetryThis is a book of the poems that I write. Trigger warning: these poems may include depression and mental health problems, also gory scenes. If any of this triggers you, please refrain from reading. Don't worry, I'm not depressed. I just like to w...
