looped around the fourth metacarpal of my left hand.
A physical reminder and sensational memory to the dynamic flow of life and energy that we once recycled through one another’s pulsing lungs.
The same pulse that now echoes through the halls of my hallowed bones and ripples through that same fourth metacarpal on my left hand.
Coupled with the knowing that this beautifully woven ring of metal would unwind and rust leaving my finger green and my conscious clean.
A ring that rang and sang untamed with shame and insane chains of waves we exchanged.
A ring that twists my spleen and collars my throat.
Ringing the feeling of loss of meaning, bringing me kneeling, fetally reeling.
Releasing the need to succeed. The fear of not being seen.
The warmth of this blood pulses on.
To the tips of all ten fingers and toes.
There may be nothing to show, but from within these hallowed bones, emerges a glow.
A flickering of light that restores this suffocated, neglected hand to its full color and strength.
A handmade metal ghost, looped around the fourth metacarpal of my left hand.
A full sensational memory of that which was received and released.
I breath into the current that flows from my heart to my hands and I shift my awareness to the fourth metacarpal of my R hand.
I slip handmade metal ring onto the fourth metacarpal of my right hand.
A physical reminder and sensational memory that when one door closes, another opens.