the scissors followed on the sharp lines of what had been human once.
it cut off the finger tips.
tip tip tip.
go blood tears on the flour.
the open fingers where showing out the internal path to what used to be a heart once.
tip. tip....tip....
cadenced rythm showing no signs that it would stop sometimes.
beats on the clock that showed the way to what used to be feelings once.
mechanical movements had taken over what used to be free and thoughtless
once.
innocence.tip tip tip
the eyes closed to avoid to look at what used to be a self once.
- tip.tip. tip.said the clock
- ...tip...tip....tip answered the blood.

soon or later these eyes would have to open.
just once and look at the disaster that used to be a mirror.

once.