it just takes me back.
slamming the door after a fight only to find a bloodied finger.
a person who was so sick of his own blood and needed to get stitches.
today, i stare at my own bloodied finger
happy that i didn't need stitches;
and gleeful that i am not afraid at the sight of my own blood
gushing generously onto the gauze.
such a scientific marvel, we are, us people.
got my little left pinky invalid for the next two weeks
and as the nursery rhyme went when we were kids..
'this little piggie cried wee wee wee all the way home.'
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