#2,658 Splinter

Mike Bell/ April 2, 2023/ www.mikebellpoems.com

There was always a lie among my
things – it lodged under my skin &
throbbed like a toilsome splinter –
left & then infected – occasionally
it rises ‘nough to be seen [a tease
risen] – we’ll live with such slivers
of others’ falsities embedded in a
part of us – we will carry extrinsic
remnants in us as inflamed recall
& memory – poisonous over time
& needing removal – I know mine
well – I will cut it out when ready

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