NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Three: Split Shot

The crack makes me jump,

the sharp, snap sound

of plastic pressed too far,

finally splitting,

shards splintering

a firework of spiderweb lines

scrabbling to saftey

from the fresh edge

still clutched in your hand.

Then you look at me,

like I’ve gone mad.


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