Splinter. A poem.

Time moved on and so did I
But every fleeting moment
I feel the splinter

A vestige of you
Burrowing to my head and heart
Slicing as it goes
As tenderly as a razor
And as comforting as a vice

If I had a needle
I’d thread a camel through it
And gouge that splinter out
To leave all thoughts of you
Behind for good

Or maybe I’ll just let it bleed
Just so I remember how to feel

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I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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