Poetry Prompt Challenge Book

Ouchie

I ran my hand past a stack of mail.
The slicing sensation had me wail.
I looked for daggers and blades from the start,
but it was paper simple paper that tore me apart.
Why should such a small wound hurt so much.
It's so small to see it didn't bleed as such.
I flick my hand and swear.
Papercuts aren't funny anywhere.


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Week # 19

Prompt Word:

PAIN

Whichever way this word inspires you!
Pain in the neck, emotional pain, physical pain, etc.

No required form.
Line Count: a minimum of 8 lines, no max.