Based on the following prompt: Prompt # 8
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 8
I was instructed to paint my arms
Crossed behind my back,
So we wouldn’t have to paint the hands.
In my line of work,
Absence of hands means sexual abuse.
In her mind,
She was just trying to
Make life less complicated.
I think about her when my therapist
Tries to interpret the pain in my ankle:
The one with no discoverable cause;
The one that has ached for 20 years.
In her mind, it means I was attacked.
In my life, it’s just a symbol, a crying out
Of all the things I can no longer do.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
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