Pardon me, I'm a little rusty.

I don't know what to call this. I don't even know what this is. I wrote this on the back of my DIAC lab journal, while eating dinner at Bhundu dhaba.
Anyway.
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Something precious shatters
A broken shard pierces you
You bleed

You try,
to pry out the shard
You bleed some more
It hurts
Like hell

The shard's gone in,
deeper
The blood has congealed
The wound heals
Slowly, though

Theres a pain inside
Its the splinter
Reminding you,
"Im here, inside you"

You scratch
Try to pull the scab off
Stirring up things
Best left alone
You hurt
You bleed

You wonder
What it is
Thats making you
Hurt
Yourself

You masochist, you

Two choices
Thats all you have
Gather, what little
willpower you have
And pull that
Sodding shard
Right out of you
But,
you will bleed

Or, forget
Let the splinter be absorbed
Into your self
Forget
But the hurt wont stop
For a while
a long while
At least.

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Now Listening : Old hindi songs and new bhojpuri songs, simultaneously, at Chez Bhundu's
Now Feeling : Fuck emotions, I'm bloody exhausted.
Now Reading : Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman