Scissor cuts

The deep red that emerge
from the torn skin –
two slices of white
and a line; trickling at edges.

These remind me of
a sandwich,
a burger,
a jam tart.

Two buns
and a slice of
tomato.
Crust,
filled with strawberry jam,
oozing at the corners.

Don’t you just want to eat it up?
Taste the metallic salt
between your lips
and tear it all off.

Skin,
who needs it,
when it no longer protects you?

you bleed anyway.

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