(When I was little I would crack these open.)
(The treasure inside was always fresh and shiny. Smooth to the touch.)
(I forgot how I would come home with pricks in my fingers due to such ridiculous curiosity. You would think, after all of these years, I would have learned. It's funny, I remembered the joy in ripping the nut from the womb but completely forgot about the pain that comes with doing it.)
(My name could very well be on one of these slates. For now, I am just a reflection.)
No comments:
Post a Comment