We had smiles, so deep,
A love, to keep,
It lasted as long it stayed asleep.
But when it was woken,
The silence was broken,
And the weeds I sowed I must reap.

A photo on the floor,
Slipped through my sliced fingers.
The captured second swelling out of the paper,
Broken.

Scissors on the floor,
Slipped through, slicing my fingers.
I lie, blood flowing freely from my outline,
Papercut.

Scissors,
A photo,
On the floor,
Black where I cut myself out.
You’re still smiling.
I'll make sure of that.
I'm bleeding; papercut