They breathed, moved, played, chewed on
knubby edged pencils while poring over
homework within the fractures.
The splinters rained down during
playdates or dinner time or when it was their
turn to load the dishwasher.
The little daggers wedged themselves into
afterschool club meetings and early releases.
They buried into forgotten PE clothes and
missing uniform belts and non-existent
jackets when the weather turned chilly.
Every he said or she said blah blah blah rooted into
easily penetrated epidermis and psyches.
Chainsaws and heavy machinery tearing,
Underestimated, ignored and ridiculed, yet
And skill saws.
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