Good morning, everyone! This stream of consciousness poem is written for Linda G. Hill’s SOC Saturdays with the prompt as “nails.” I hope you all enjoy!

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dull metal stabs the soft tissue

of my fleshy, futile organ,

puncturing it over and over,

until all the life, all the intelligence,

all that power I thought I had within

slips and fizzles and deflates–

until all that life and intelligence,

once lost from the cruel nails,

is found through another medium,

returned to my little brain again.

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Art credit to daxnorman on tumblr

~ Sammicakes