the hand is now fractured
swelling and throbbing,
black with annoyances
blue with the facade.
The next visit a bandage
that will become ratty and brown
further infecting the break
the crippled hand is my evidence
my reminder that nothing lasts forever
The splint a restriction
doing nothing for the pain
only holding the bone
in a crooked place
so that healing is moot
My stunted hand is weak
it cannot carry
it cannot lift
it cannot even wave
it simply dangles lifeless
helpless
This puppet hand
wanting to grasp
wanting to hold
wanting to feel
but failing at all tasks
This dead weight
unable to let go
unable to throw it aside
unable to rid myself of it
so dead it shall hang.
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