Splinter

There are so many ways I could try

To describe you.

But today you are a splinter,

Layers beneath my skin.

I've let you rest there

Nestled into my very blood

'Till swollen, festering infection

Throbbed painfully, and discolored me.

I've let you rest there for so long

For fear of the pain it would take

To tear you from my flesh.

But today, with gritted teeth

I tore at the very fabric of myself

To cleanse your presence from my own.

And what did I find after this sick excavation?

But your face, your smile, the sound of you

Laying there so perfectly.

And I could not expel you.

No matter how much I wished to.

So I closed my wound, and let you rot me.

As you stab me, and as you are under my skin

So you are a part of me.

Not matter how painfully.