Beaks of tiny birds

Fragments of people,feel like splintered glass,

Impinge upon my heart and do not pass

Unike a sword or dagger they do not kill

Yet do not have a collective single will.

Like tiny phrases put into few words

They pierce my skin like beaks of sharp eyed birds

I welcome comments and criticism

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