She saws off her hand in fluid motions
Back and forth back and forth
Only to give to another
To lend it to a friend
She notices the stares
The ones she gets when she passes by
The feel of eyes resting on her skin
Lingering at her missing hand
The one she lent to her friend so dear
The one she would live for
The one she would die for
A promise was
Not too long ago
The one that said
They would stay
Right here
Right now
Always and forever
Right on the ground
Not in
Just right above
So close to buried but it was never done
Down by the dock
They sat and wait
Not jumping in
But sat to see
The passing trees
The water so blue
The wonders of the sky they knew
So close to drowning
But never fell in
Because they had each other
As much as the bird had the wind
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Story of stories
Short StoryThis is random short stories/poems that I write. I just want to get better at writing so I have the guts to publish a book one day so this is my way of starting.
