I am the speeding
spark of light
flung by God
from the forge of Chaos.
I stuck my finger in my mom’s eyeliner sharpener once when I was little. Turned it because that’s the natural thing to do. Got a nasty little slice on the finger.
I somehow inherited that sharpener, and I use it from time to time.
I haven’t stuck my finger in that sharpener since the incident.
Guess I’ve learned to avoid one thing that hurts me.