For the blood of me
I cannot recall her ringlets
As they cut the air to touch the floor,
As I imagine they did, but I do recall
The glint of light as she pointed the scissors at me,
The sun behind my head, the piano strings
Snapped, a violent glare, my vision broken to grey.

I took cold water from the river in my hands, drank,
And looked down to see a rock turn black with the memory of my face.