Art by Serena Perrone

Throwing Scissors
by Kathy Kubik

We were born in these walls,
same hands, feet, heart.

The doctor comes in throwing scissors,
gold shears catching the light
clear as the sky.

She carves.

It is at that exact moment we become two,
gnarled and spiky,
our landscape changed to a vast, level plain.

Like razor wire in a prison break,
skin hanging,
left wrinkled.

But no alarm sounds.
Nothing is lost
but for an insignificant pool of blood
biopsy-size skin

and the once matched breathing,
steady with my own,
becomes one solid voice.

Multiple motion,
irregular,
uncertain

lost.

Dangerous Alice Contest Art Dangerous Alice Contest Art Kathy Kubik