Cutting Away


I clench my fist around the scissors.
My knuckles turn white.
I am nervous.
I take a deep breath and look into the blade of the scissors.
I see my reflection.
I stare at the girl in the reflection.
Who is she?
Do I know her?
Only one way to find out.

I open the blade of the scissors.
I cut my hair.
I cut and cut. I'm cutting, and cutting, and cutting.
People believe I was just cutting hair.
I was cutting so much more.
I cut away the memories, the pain of the past.
I cut away the ropes that trapped me.

But then, I wasn't trapped anymore.
I finished cutting, I looked in the blades of the scissors again.
I knew who that girl was.
She wasn't a girl.
She was a woman.

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