Wire Cut Clean

[Verse 1]
Anna traces the crack in the Corian countertop,
a river of gray branching toward the sink.
Eleven-oh-three on a Tuesday night in May,
the only sound's the old refrigerator's hum.
Her thumb hovers over a decade of history,
a name like a nail rusted in the frame.

[Chorus]
Sometimes mercy is a wire cut clean.
The final amen on a glowing screen.
Not a demolition, just clearing the ground
where a new wall is meant to stand.

[Verse 2]
The last message from him, seven years gone,
still glows there beneath his faded photograph.
"'The foundation's good,' he wrote that last November, 'I'll fix it.'"
Just another promise turned to digital dust.

[Chorus]
Sometimes mercy is a wire cut clean.
The final amen on a glowing screen.
Not a demolition, just clearing the ground
where a new wall is meant to stand.

[Bridge]
A breath held tight behind her teeth,
then a single tap, a quiet release.
No thunder rolls from the Sandias, no plaster falls,
just the silence where his name was.

[Chorus]
Sometimes mercy is a wire cut clean.
The final amen on a glowing screen.
Not a demolition, just clearing the ground
where a new wall is meant to stand.

[Outro]
Anna traces the crack in the Corian countertop.