Four haiku about hand injuries

Red bike falls, steel bar
pins a thumb to the ground. Blood
blooms behind the nail.

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Old enough to have
a knife. That's a lot of blood.
I'll go get my dad.

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Momentum. Pot hole.
Left hand takes one for the team.
Sponge pulls grit from pores.

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Impact splits nail from
flesh. Later, orphaned, flesh cleaves
to the gauze. Until...


~neil anderson