Edge

I feel like a shark with a hook in its mouth.

Torpedo fast predator,

razor blades for teeth.

Stuck with this metal thorn,

a splinter tied with coils of cord that run deep and seamless

into the cartilage.

With no way to get it out,

I can only hope it shakes off

before it grows deeper inside

forever.

And I wonder if I would be better or worse off.

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