gnawing my fingertips, ink spills onto the window frame. soaks into the wood, but not my teeth. iron red ink; hemoglobin pigment, puddling viscous on the kitchen linoleum. mingling with the age old dust and dried potato peel. merging with the forgotten cheerios and the crispy mummy of provolone. i need a very big band aid or maybe a bucket.
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