Oh, little finger
How you hurt
A small blister setting fire
All over me
Sharp, tiny arrows
Stick into my brain
Not reaching heart
Oh, little finger
How you surprise me
A petty treachery
Extinguishing the light
In my eyes
Sinking me down into silence
To the bottom of sorrow
Oh, little finger
An instant scorch
An immediate scream
Of pain
Without tears
Oh, little finger
Little things seem to hurt most
Little Finger
© Copyright: Драгана Старчевич, 2018
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