There was something amiss.
Her left hand was tingling.
Oh no! Suddenly she began to panic,
Her mind was racing.
It must be her heart,
Damn but it had been under a lot of stress lately.
She had taken on too much.
She had opened it up and
She had allowed herself to be vulnerable,
To love, unconditionally,
Good and bad.
As it turned out, the bad outweighed the good.
There was a distance that could not be breached,
A chasm that she could not cross,
Was not allowed
She looked down at her hand and
Noticed that it was turning blue,
This was worrying.
She rubbed the cold skin.
It was then that she noticed it,
The band around her wrist.
It was tight and constricting, it hurt.
She had forgotten she'd put it on.
It had made her so happy at first,
For it meant that she belonged to him.
She was proud and happy to wear it.
Now it cut off the circulation.
It stymied her,
It had broken her spirit.
With a concerted effort,
She dug her nails under and
Pulled the damned thing from her wrist.
It snapped with a loud CRACK!
There was a deep mark,
From the band, red and sore,
But, as she rubbed,
She knew that she would heal.
As she stroked her wrist,
She was amazed to see
The colour changing as
The tingling diminished.
Funny, the tingles used to be the best part,
But as they diminished,
She began to feel happy,
For she realised that she was free.
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