Her left hand was tingling!
Oh no! She began to panic.
Her mind was racing.
*
Her heart!
It must be her heart.
Damn, but it had been under a lot of stress lately.
She had taken on a lot.
*
She had opened it up.
She had allowed herself to be vulnerable.
To love, unconditionally.
The good and bad.
*
As it turned out, it became bad.
There was a distance that could not be breached.
A chasm that she could not cross.
Was not allowed to cross.
*
She looked down at her hand,
Noticed that it had turned blue.
This was worrying.
She rubbed the cold skin.
*
It was then that she saw it.
There was a band around her wrist.
Tight, constricting.
She'd forgotten she'd put it on.
*
It had made her so happy at first.
It meant that she belonged to him.
She was proud, happy to wear it.
But now...
*
Now it cut off the circulation.
It stymied her.
Constricted her.
It broke 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,
But, as she rubbed
She knew that she would heal.
*
As she stroked her wrist,
She was amazed to see
The colour changing,
The tingle diminishing.
*
It was a shame. She'd once thought
That the tingles were the best part.
Now, suddenly, she felt happy.
For she was free.
*
