I can feel my fingers and the hidden strings tied around each from the second I’m born. the strings are still at first so still in fact that I almost forget they’re there until they start to lightly tug; not enough to move anything really just a friendly tug every so often. in 4th grade when I meet her the tugging turns to pulling.
people can see it now sometimes when I forget to fight against it. mom says it’s muscle spasms; I know better. I get used to the pulling. it melds into the monotony of life until my junior year when I meet him the pulling turns to yanking turning my digits purple creating grooves tearing at the skin grinding into marrow and then-- amputation. the strings chose for me and now all that’s left is a dull ache. Comments are closed.
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