Of hearts and shoes

They shatter like fluorescent bulbs
sending shards everywhere
waiting hidden for

    weeks
    months
    years

after you’ve cleaned up the mess
to sink into your heel

    almost invisible
    hard to dislodge
    hurting like hell

and after tweezers and needles
you’re left to wonder
Did I get it all out? and
How much more is left to hurt me?
until you realize that
pain is the occasional price of a
bared sole.

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About semiblind

Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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