papercut

it was only half an inch long, but the sting of the papercut reached the tips of my toes. i stuck my ring finger in my mouth, instantly recoiling from the metallic taste of my blood. i pinched the wound, oddly fascinated by the scarlet sliver with a red bead forming at one end. i hiss in pain as my nail slid into the cut, popping the sanguine bubble.

i have a band-aid here somewhere.