Puncture Wound

By: Megan Cramer

The tip of the knife slipped past the loaf of olive bread and effortlessly punctured her thumb in a tidy but very deep slit. She dove inside the cut, which opened to her and took her lovingly into its embrace. Deeper and deeper she swam along her own arteries… all the way to her own heart. She watched it pump. She continued to swim around inside of herself for the rest of the afternoon until she sensed that the wound was finally clotting and her exit would be inhibited. She emerged, rinsed the bloody knife and finished slicing the loaf.

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