REPRESSIVE TOLERANCE
There is a thorn - a nightmare thorn -
that cannot be pulled from the skin.
It is covered with tiny barbs
that allow it only to be pushed deeper in.
It burrows when it is touched.
It seeks the fleshy core.
It is never happy with a surface wound.
It always wants more, more, more!
It never attacks alone, as well.
It bristles and waits for the unwary.
It is a jumping cholla spine;
and yet it is far less scary,
because it doesn’t pretend nor hide
and then stab the world from the left-hand side.
Copyright © Jason Horsler | Year Posted 2026
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