Entry #3: Small Sacrifices

Here's a rough draft of a poem that I have been working on. I got the idea after I sliced the tip of my thumb off while fixing potatoes, and called it a sacrifice for breakfast. This is the only bit that I am satisfied with so far -


Small Sacrifices

A small boy
stood up on a
bench in the park
and toppled down
face first in the path
the pebbles splitting
the forehead, opening
the third eye, anointing
the sidewalk with blood.
Since my infancy, I have spread
small sacrifices across the surfaces of the world.