Slivers

by Anne-Marie Draycott

Slivers

Yesterday I dropped a glass
on the kitchen floor.
I picked up the larger pieces
with my fingers,
swept up the smaller shards
with a dustpan & brush.
Yet glittering slivers remain,
destined to pierce my skin
as I pad barefoot
to make a cup of tea.
This is how it feels
to love you.

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Anne-Marie Draycott is a writer, actor and coach for creative women. She's a regular attendee of Inkspill poetry group and one of the founding members of That's What She Said - a poetry collective devoted to amplifying women's voices, particularly around domestic violence.