The Anesthetizing Rhythm of Spreadsheet Amnesia

There's blood pouring on my keyboard.
I've picked the scabs covering my finger nails,
Exposing the meat beneath them,
And releasing…

I'm letting the dead skin cells collate
On the touchpad, my finger print
Being worn away as I rub the cursor
Over it.

poem by Tim Stensloff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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