“Fuck”
Blood starts pooling
From the cut on my finger.
Dripping down my sleeve.

“Does anyone have a bandaid?”
Others swear when they see
What a mess I’ve made.
“What happened?”

“Doesn’t matter, just need a bandaid.”
I punched the table.
Broke another chunk off.
I accidentally cut my hand open.

“Might as well take care of it.”
Peeling the paper
I can’t feel my finger.
Adrenalines a bitch, right?

“This will be the fourth scar I get here.”
I laugh like its not permanent.
Funny, on my ring finger
I’ll be married to th...