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Fingers
My gnarled fingers
Covered in loose flesh
Chicken skin flesh
Discolored filthy tan
Gray skin
Beautiful.
I could let
My burn scars define me
I could wallow
In my disfigured finger misery
But I survived.
Not everyone did.
These are my fingers.
They remind me I survived.
I was spared.
They remind me
Life
Happens.
And.
Ends.
Every day
Is not a promise
Not a commitment
But only an opportunity
A slight chance
And sometimes you have to grab those chances
With gnarled fingers
And just be happy
You survived.
Covered in loose flesh
Chicken skin flesh
Discolored filthy tan
Gray skin
Beautiful.
I could let
My burn scars define me
I could wallow
In my disfigured finger misery
But I survived.
Not everyone did.
These are my fingers.
They remind me I survived.
I was spared.
They remind me
Life
Happens.
And.
Ends.
Every day
Is not a promise
Not a commitment
But only an opportunity
A slight chance
And sometimes you have to grab those chances
With gnarled fingers
And just be happy
You survived.
Published 7th Oct 2015
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8th Oct 2015 6:40am
I love this piece and the title especially since most people take fingers for granted. I do wonder why the use of "chicken skin flesh"? Is the symbolism merely in the way it looks are does chicken represents attributes ie, calling some one a chicken? In light of the rest of the language, I doubt that meaning....
8th Oct 2015 9:22am
Thank you; the skin on my fingers looks like chicken skin... Yellow/gray, loose... I've had these scars since I was very little and always thought of them as chicken skin.
8th Oct 2015 11:44am
Thanks for the clarification. Even though people write in the first person I make no assumptions about it actually being about themselves.
