I watch you struggle

Grasping

Biting

Thrasing

Trying desperately to escape

My towel-wrapped embrace

But I only hold tighter

I can’t let you go

Not yet

Not now

I am not yet finished

With you.

Count to Seven,

Snip away.

Fragments of

Color

Float to the floor.

Flip around,

Grasp and repeat.

Still you struggle

All the same.

Count to Seven,

Snip away…

Snip away

Your pride.