Scissors

But just the attack wasn’t enough.

Suddenly during the attack I would start clawing my face and my arms with my Finger-nails.

Fortunately, these marks would never stay on my face and arms for very long.

But one day someone left a pair of scissors on the counter.

I stared at those scissors.

Their

Gleaming

Points

Were looking at me.

I crawled to the other side of the bathroom and clung to the walls.

Those scissors were looking at me,

Trying to come at me and tear me to pieces.

I screamed.

They were calling me,

Hounding me.

Then suddenly they were

Attacking

Me.