Imagining the Third Day

Imagining the Third Day

I imagine your hands with dry crusted blood,
Post flood with hard-caked, mud-baked flakes
In fragility so that when my finger acts like a nail
Disbelieving this frail humanity
My thoughts break away
And take away your flesh.

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