sunnuntai 1. syyskuuta 2019

i was sitting on the window sill when she told me 
she's scared of splinters. not falling down 
from an open window, that's looking to another house, another place
but splinters. she was afraid of 
the splinters not settling, those ragged pieces of wood
growing inside her fingers, then 
her hands and 
splitting
what she holds whole.