The Missing Limb by Emily Sharkey

Flesh against flesh is a familiar feeling. I touch my face and the skin of my hand will caress my cheek. It creates a friction that perhaps doesn't produce heat but an estranged feeling of the cheek not being my cheek at all but a stranger's or the hand feels like a starfish. I don't have abnormally small hands and most of the time I can differentiate between what is my face and what isn't. You can understand my shock when I woke up holding a hand that was not my own nore anyones it would seem. It was entirely severed.

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