that splinter in my finger,
touching it again
to feel the small ache sing—
she is made of splinters
still learning not to walk too close
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged mean girl, poem, poetry, splinter on October 13, 2016| 2 Comments »
that splinter in my finger,
touching it again
to feel the small ache sing—
she is made of splinters
still learning not to walk too close