Cutting Lines

I thought to myself.

If my skin was paper...

What does it feel like to "cut the paper"?

What is sharp enough to do so.

A blade, the scissors.

Snip snip.

I have cut you twice.

Two straight, parallel lines.

I wonder if I hurt the paper. I'm sorry.

The pain will subside.

I promise I won't do it again.

Now that the pain is gone,

I want to cut you again.

Didn't it feel nice?

You want to remember what it felt like.

I'll take the paper and go get the scissors.

Shall we try again?