"Scissor People"

Come for me in my slumber
the night terrors cometh
cut copy and paste
the scissor people snip around blunt edges
flesh as delicate as paper
splits like seams on a well worn skirt
rusty metal catches the light,
but just for a moment
no warning of any kind.
rust rubs against bone
its sinister intentions
fully realised.
snip, snip, snip
a cut above the rest
tell my folks i love them
i tried my very best.
the scissor people have taken me
transplanted me to somewhere new
call me a "flat Stanley"
my name revealed and true.
reality as I know it ceases to exist
whiteout consumes the last flickering flame of hope
the scissor people have taken me
snip, snip snip,snip snip.