Thursday, March 31, 2011

The Appendage


He stared
at the bloodied bandage
protecting his mutilated appendage.
The visual distress exceeded
sensory pain,
causing his curious mind
to flare.
He grasped the frayed edge
searching for a rupture
to pull, tug, reveal.
The soggy gauze gave,
pulling away from the lower fabric,
falling to the ground
moving deeper
more central
to the core.
to the appendage.
Still pulling, Still falling, Still deeper.
Panic,
            rip
gasp.
The gauze fell away
to expose
the Nothing

before falling to pieces
in a haphazard heap.

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