Wound
Though I knew I had to let it slip away,
The small shard of glass burrowed into my heart.
It lost its way out and scratched me from within
When it finally dulled,
The shard only sank deeper—
Sprouting red thorns around itself.
Neither I nor the shard
Knew what to do.
So yes, this is how we live together.
-by sonder.poems0