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After the drum beats of severance,

A second where the soft things scream-

Butterfly wings rip from metallic seams,

Crocheted blankets feel the scissor blade,

Breath’s surface blisters into a sigh.

Power cord ripped out,

Hacked with orange safety scissors

Until frayed wires

Peeked through

Like the bones

In a bird carcass.

Just unplug

Was all I asked.