Points to Mar

Bursts the edge of jagged shards,
piercing attempts to tear apart,
ripping,
fumbling,
pressing hard
but all it leaves is a numbed thumb mark

Curling, smoothes edges grooved
on either side cocooning shards
that threatening mars to rising
prised from within.

Colour it brown or creamy skin
matters not ~ in silencing spin
to stop the inner screams of pain
and scars,
screeching,
to clamber out

But colouring orange may warm a trim,
snipping spikes, cutting edged within
and the points that threaten
to pierce through,
are blunted but salvaged
but still stick like glue.
(c) libithina

xxx Norb