I am digging it out
With my bare hands
It is stuck in the ground
But I know I need to get it out
Forcefully, digging my fingers into the parched soil
I can feel its outline
Sharp edges
On the palm of my hand
Cutting into my fingertips
A centipede crawling over my hand
As I dig deeper
Finally, I feel it loosening at the edges
Tensing the muscles in my upper arm
Leaning backwards
Almost falling, but not fully
Grunting
Sweat dripping down from my forehead
Over my cheeks
Into my mouth
Mixing with tears
I rip it out
Sharp and cold
I clench it in my dirt-stained hand
Dirt under my fingernails
Softly placing it on my lips
„I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you,“ I mumble
Before beating my head in