Temitope Deborah is here .

SHARDS
Tiptoe through it all
Bands aid ethanol
Bleeding feet,
Thumb next

Right foot
Left foot
Pinky first
Aching souls

Tiptoe through it all
Dried ink
And flowering tears
Our friends are now hell

Don't run or jump
Tiptoe through his shards
The ones that stand
And hold you close,kill you
By making you "hole".

                                    By Deborah