Mikaela Castledine #129 Lacerations

I thought it was tomato juice

turned out to be blood

the can's close cutting edge

thinned to mere molecules

of sharpness

rimmed around my carrying fingers

with barely a touch felt on my skin

like the best phlebotomist

easing so smoothly between the cells

it is only afterwards you realise

you have been pierced

lacerated with the tiniest of stings

by the atom sharp edge

of the diced tomato tin