Enacting an imagined scene ‘tween Lo & Herr ‘bedside-Doktor’ H.H. – in bed with a bruised and broken finger.
A bitter, red ‘v’ rose across the circumference of her middle finger, lingering near the tip, exposing pink tinged flesh underneath. I lifted it up to my nose and sniffed, searching for the sweet scent of visceral odour. The incision engendering a passageway betwixt inside and out. Intoxicated, I nuzzled its gnarly nib with enveloping plump, soft lips. Kissing away her woes.
