Splinters by Sara

Splinters

by Sara .........................................

Stacka past-dues, gotta pay the vet cash.
When Goldie's heart stops, mine begins to thrash.
Rocks, dirt and dog hair, blood, sweat and tears.
One grave, two busted shovels, three empty beers.
I pick the splinters from my hand,
trying hard to understand.
I shake my head, I nod to God,
I go to bed and crash.

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