⚠ CONTENT WARNING: disturbing imagery

Tweezers

Thorns or splinters pierce my skin, though I don't notice when.

I feel them pushed in deep,

see them like porcupine quills,

white, surrounded by warm rose,

the border between the pale olive.

They hurt, but not agonizingly so,

and there is comfort in pulling them out

one at a time.

Notes: I can only assume this one is about depression recovery, not the agonizing first step of finally showering and cleaning all the messes up, but something later down the line. you don't notice the smaller painful things until the worst of it is over and when you do, it's not as intimidating or gross as it would be for someone who's never gotten depressed past that point.