Observations upon a Stranger
I look at her fingers
the ones that aren't
covered in band-aids
are clipped
and pink
Little red troughs
marking where
she clipped off
the dead skin
a little to close.
But she'd rather risk bleeding
than hold onto
anything unnecessary
or old.
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