Halfway showin through the slit in the door
A silvery metal like what you get in the war
My hand tries the knob, its stuck
No luck, with a little strength
The object on the floor, mysterious at length
I bend down to a catchers squat
To see what the room had brought
I pull it to my side, a one armed scissor
The top of it left, wet like dipped in a river
It wasn’t red when I bought it
Pushin the door like I’ve lost it
There feels like something’s propped on the other side
As I begin to kick, to see what another hides
I’m furious, at the same time so curious
No more of this, questioning want to be cured of this
Were there previous signs that I might have missed
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