Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Paper Cut

Copy machines whirr in the background
Muffled telephone conversations
Ringing phones
Bad coffee in styrofoam cups

Warm blood
Gushes from the wound in her thumb
Dripping onto her blue t-shirt
She looks down at it
The blood makes strange patterns
That change
With every drop that's added

People around her
Rush to help
Trying to stop the bleeding
Thinking she must be in pain
"Are you ok?!"
They scream

"But why?", she thinks
"It's just a paper cut"
She suppresses a chuckle
Pretends to be part of
The grey agony squad
Thankful for some

In reality
She likes the changing blood pattern
On her t-shirt
They give color
To the dark, grey office

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