The Hamlet Project

I think of this concept like an ingrown hair. At first,
It is completely hidden. Secreted away in the body
No trouble to anyone.
But as it grows,
It starts to push the skin
Reddening it
Making it tender
Making everyone wonder what’s beneath.
Soon, a spot of darkness
Begins to show
It becomes painful
But still there is nothing to be done really
Until it gets close enough to the surface to poke at and pluck from the body,
Healing by exposure.