It started out with the handheld scissors
that were once used
to rip the tag off my pretty pink ballerina dress

I then picked out
the sharp edges of glass
that blanketed the photograph
keeping my dearest father alive

The tacks on my walls
from the silly band posters had worked for a while

Until it became no other obligation
than the razor
that was once sold in the store
of a lady who had no idea in the slightest
that she was selling a young girl
a ****** weapon.