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Splash. I'm lodged in your vein.
 Blood oozing from your now
 punctured skin. From the polished,
 wooden floor, to your plump big toe, I dart.
 My fingernails clawing at your cells, keeping
 my thin slice of a body imprisoned within. Soon tears
 will flow with blood and I'll try to hang on longer. Hang on
 until silver tongs rip me up. I'll take palm-fulls of your injured flesh as souvenirs. My presence will stay, covered by a cloth, slowly seeping
 deeper, turning your muscles green, suffocating every
 plea for health. Infection will spread like the cracks
 in that polished, wooden floor that gave me life.
 Your arteries will begin to tighten until your
 limb altogether becomes useless. It’s
 funny how someone as puny as 
me can have such a huge
 effect. Maybe you 
should wear
 shoes next
 time.
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
The Splinter Speaks
Splash. I'm lodged in your vein.
 Blood oozing from your now
 punctured skin. From the polished,
 wooden floor, to your plump big toe, I dart.
 My fingernails clawing at your cells, keeping
 my thin slice of a body imprisoned within. Soon tears
 will flow with blood and I'll try to hang on longer. Hang on
 until silver tongs rip me up. I'll take palm-fulls of your injured flesh as souvenirs. My presence will stay, covered by a cloth, slowly seeping
 deeper, turning your muscles green, suffocating every
 plea for health. Infection will spread like the cracks
 in that polished, wooden floor that gave me life.
 Your arteries will begin to tighten until your
 limb altogether becomes useless. It’s
 funny how someone as puny as 
me can have such a huge
 effect. Maybe you 
should wear
 shoes next
 time.
#pain #form #creative
lydia-brents
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
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