Chopping Fingers

By Duane L Herrmann

CHOPPING FINGERS

 

Unable to write 

her anger rose –

the ink pen refills

did not write,

though newly bought

the ink had dried.

Even boiling

did not soften.

In rage she spread

them on a board,

seized the butcher knife

and whacked them up 

screaming all the while.
Her little children saw

finger-like forms

and shuddered

at what her rage

might do to them.

 

 

 

Remnants of a Life,   c2019

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