Crisp white paper, its edge razor-sharp.
A startled ouch!
It has cut my finger.
A thin line of blood appears, not enough to ooze
But it sure hurts.
The clock is ticking.
I start writing on it.
Thankfully, the blood has not tainted it with an asymmetrical red border
And all remains pristine.
The wounded finger holds the pen.
The hand glides smoothly back and forth.
Pain forgotten
Paper forgiven.
The bell chimes.
Pens down.
Papers collected.
I rub the injured part gently.
The bleeding has ceased.
The wound begins healing.
And my work is done.
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Can we work with something that has hurt us?
In a single word, how would you title this?
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