Splinters & Paper Cuts

Life’s little scars

Piled up in my brain

Forgotten, yet not

Everything is remembered

It is all in there.


Inanimate objects strike back

In a

Revenge of the mindless

Ekeing bits of pain;

Carelessness punished.


We’ve all had them

These memorials

To sloth of one kind or another.

Are they deserved?

What god’s choice?

Are they random

Reminders to pay attention?


Watch it!




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