I received a plastic hand
As a gift from someone unknown.
I kept it in my glass showcase.
Days passed, and I forgot about it,
Another Wednesday I was watching a new series, in town, and then I heard
Something crawling up to the table.
I tried to see but nothing was there.
Again that sound, but I saw nothing.
Suddenly I saw the hand coming forward,
It held my hand, slammed my laptop, and went away.
Blood was all around and my consciousness
And I stopped watching.
And switched to reading pharmacology.
(c) Jeremy mugo