who held her hand as the scissors slid
etching an indelible history
opening a door to the other side
where was god? not
stopping nor welcoming,
no family wrapping her in a reason
the courts, the legislature, the autocrat, the media,
the loveless
rays through the magnifier
the single unbearable point of her experience
could she claim panic? after everything, still defending
the metal jaws wide, the teeth gleaming
she takes the path in front of her
and as her life runs
down the sink basin as
she starts to wobble
she knows
it was not her hand at all
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