Scissors
Pointed at me
Motionless, wordless, menace
I eye you
As you lay upon my desk
A vision of something to come?
A sign I should heed?
Am I missing something?
My head buzzes
A momentary vision
Taking the handle
Ramming the blades firmly into my chest
Why? Why would I do that?
Because I could?
Am I missing something?
Clutching the handle
Pointing away the blade
Find a drawer
Hide the temptation
Because I should
In case I'm missing something
Am I missing something?