What Happened to Your Finger?

Someone bit it.

Who did?

A man.

Why did he do it?

He said he was hungry.

And so you let him?


How did he do it?

He said, “Let me see your pretty finger, I think it should have a ring.” So I gave it to him, and he yanked it and bit that little thing.

Did you call the police?


Why not?

I don’t know.

Do you know him?


From where?

He lives inside.

Inside what?

Inside of me.

What do you mean?

He and I are one and the same.

How is that possible?

It just is.

Why would he want to hurt you?

I don’t know.

Do you see him now?


Are you afraid of him?


When does he come out?

When no one’s around.

So I must leave, then?




12 thoughts on “What Happened to Your Finger?

      1. No you didn’t. I am not on the dark side. Just SOMETIMES I write about the darkness of lufe, and abuse, and suffering. But I am not going to do this any more, I have decided. Bad experience!


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