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written by Phoebe Walls

illustrated by Kateřina Panešová

The splinter he left
Boasts benign transience.
Iridescent indifference then
Ignited my


Barefoot dancing on
Wistful wooden floors
Ignorant of a sharp fragment.
Turning. Gone in a splintering

Second -


Slither shed, not absorbed.
As skin.
No longer visible,
A pointless plaster, soothing apathy
Gradually disintegrates.

Barely a break.
Easily prevented with shoes
But I will run barefoot to another shard.
Not another heartbreak from walnut floors

A splinter.
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