Paper Cuts


Love is a razor
like these photos that I keep.
Painful reminders

forever preserved
on stiff paper, stiff like you—
a paper cut love.

I should rip them all
like I ripped through your soft skin
shattering your rules

and your brittle bones.
You were not the final girl...
Still, I'll remember.

Originally published for Ladies of Horror Challenge at Nina D'Arcangela's Spreading the Writer's Word blog