Which strings,
Shall I cut?
Which strands –
To sever?
Relationships,
Strung out along the webs –
Of fate.
Bleed me dry,
Until I am a husk again,
Injecting my veins with honey.
Sweetness on the lips.
Drinking venom,
Black oil –
Dripping from our mouths,
Staining our teeth.
Snip.
Snip.
