I wrote this after going to a department store with my friend. \u00a0I imagined if each finger had a personality, and then based the character off of someone that is like someone I used to know.<\/p>\n
Multicolored fingernails.<\/p>\n
Lori walks into a department store.<\/p>\n
She picks the colors that fit her liking.<\/p>\n
She leaves.<\/p>\n
Free of charge,<\/p>\n
Free of consequences.<\/p>\n
Left hand.\u00a0 Dominant.<\/p>\n
The sparkly yellow thumb.<\/p>\n
She politely asks wild lovebug if he wants a ride.<\/p>\n
He accepts, wildly exploring,<\/p>\n
Finding comfort in the faded cigarette burn.<\/p>\n
Soon fades into the wind.<\/p>\n
The orange pointer finger.<\/p>\n
She clashes with yellow.<\/p>\n
Lori kind of likes it that way.<\/p>\n
Visible vein runs through,<\/p>\n
Tromping through her wildflowers of flesh.<\/p>\n
Vein knows it’s a dead end,<\/p>\n
It just enjoys the journey.<\/p>\n
The glittered pink middle finger.<\/p>\n
Tainted with the blood of rage.<\/p>\n
He dances in the limelight often,<\/p>\n
Solos of passion.<\/p>\n
He doesn’t care if no one claps.<\/p>\n
He performs for himself.<\/p>\n
Uncolored ring finger<\/p>\n
Stop defining him with an accessory,<\/p>\n
Don’t try to suffocate him with a ring.<\/p>\n
He\u2019s a rebel,<\/p>\n
Wearing no color,<\/p>\n
For Lori could not find a fitting one she liked.<\/p>\n
He glides through the fresh spray paint on the train.<\/p>\n
The mess is nice.<\/p>\n
Black pinkie finger.<\/p>\n
She’s subtly backed by ever color,<\/p>\n
Glimmering in the light.<\/p>\n
She’s just a tad bit crooked.<\/p>\n
She digs into Mom’s Thanksgiving mashed potatoes,<\/p>\n
Bold and mocking.<\/p>\n
Taken out of the mouth with a loud pop.<\/p>\n
Right hand.\u00a0 Lesser dominant, but still.<\/p>\n
Iridescent thumb,<\/p>\n
Swirled with greens, blues, purples in a galaxy.<\/p>\n
He strokes the knob of the telescope<\/p>\n
As Lori tries to look for something bigger than this,<\/p>\n
Trying to delve past her own layers.<\/p>\n
But she looks at the stars<\/p>\n
With differently colored fingernails,<\/p>\n
So that must mean she\u2019s deep.<\/p>\n
Slimy green pointer finger,<\/p>\n
What a devil she is,<\/p>\n
For she caresses Anya,<\/p>\n
Dragging from the blush on her cheeks<\/p>\n
To her sensitive thigh, riddled with goosebumps.<\/p>\n
All the while, apathetic.<\/p>\n
She knows Lori has a date with another in an hour.<\/p>\n
Nevertheless, she rakes and pillages Anya\u2019s love.<\/p>\n
Purple middle finger,<\/p>\n
They don\u2019t want to be gendered.<\/p>\n
Please use the correct pronouns.<\/p>\n
They\u2019re quite sweet,<\/p>\n
But quite wild,<\/p>\n
Stroking the volume to the radio<\/p>\n
With a startling intensity.<\/p>\n
Sparkly orange ring finger,<\/p>\n
She\u2019s soft and lonely,<\/p>\n
Tired of being forgotten,<\/p>\n
Misnamed after her twin.<\/p>\n
She traces the words to the bible<\/p>\n
As Lori\u2019s tears fall softly upon it,<\/p>\n
Remembering the home which she rebelled from.<\/p>\n
Pale blue pinkie.<\/p>\n
He\u2019s a little funny,<\/p>\n
A little mess of polish on the top.<\/p>\n
A scar adorns his side<\/p>\n
From the snap of trying to tune a piano string,<\/p>\n
The memory of eight years of le\u2014<\/p>\n
chop.<\/p>\n
Lori is interrupted from admiring her fingers.<\/p>\n
She regrets not paying the candy man on time<\/p>\n
But the cocaine just paired so well with breakfast,<\/p>\n
Right before a bite of toast<\/p>\n
With a little jam.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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