Gone


I was playing tag with my cousin
When my pinky was slammed in the hinges of the front door.
Of course, I began sobbing but
Maybe it was the adrenaline that had begun to pump
Or the fact that I was 3 and didn't know better.
But I didn't actually feel any pain until I showed my mom
Who proceed to freak out due to my bleeding purple finger.
I still have the white line where they had to stitch my finger up
And that ended up being the second most painful thing
I have ever had to go through.
The first was watching you leave
And learning that stitches can't fix brokenness
That's made a home inside.

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