Splinters
Coming from wood
Cut with an ax
Or broken apart
For some reason
Going to grab a piece
Watch your fingers
Choose careful places
To avoid being pricked
On firewood
Or a split tree
Sawed off or
Stricken by lightning
You prick your finger
It stings like fire
Put on a Band-Aid
To make it better
A heart can
Have them as well
Cut by pain
Broken to bits
You go to breathe
They prod at your lungs
Making it a challenge
Breaths come out in gasps
A lung is punctured
It's bleeding tremendously
You feel like you're dying
Tears form in your eyes
Why must hearts have splinters?
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