severed finger

piece of body piece of mind

carcass piece that is no longer mine

red warm blood permanently stuck

to warm black pavement black gravel amuck

i still feel its presence

ghost image wiggling about

the feeling is not lost 

I feel my nonexistant finger pout

disheartened by the destruction of my body

I exit out of the government's lobby

 

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