The structures of this house have been getting old
weakening
rotting
for a while now
At first it was easy to ignore
But now, as I stand in the rubble
It hurts
Splinters stick in my skin as I walk away
I pull them out, but the hole remains
They start to heal over, but tiny invisible slivers are stuck in my skin
I feel them in the middle of the nights
and on bad days
Are they stuck there forever?
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