bathroom scissors are not for winners

she said that she will show me the way, 

under the undeniably beautiful bathroom mat

where a scissor was sitting: looking at me with pleading eyes.

“if you take it, the real world will unravel” she barked. 

“but im a coward.. im a coward” i backed off. i was scared.

im scared

im a coward 

“don’t run away, the sweet petition is due” she said, cradling her beautiful night gown. the silk so soft it could slice you open. 

im scared 

im a coward

she creeped in closer, she smiled looking at me

the silk getting more softer and vulnerable.

and i ran away, so far that the corridors were endless.

the doors were like mistress 

im scared 

im a coward