When the plastic snaps over my finger,
holding it in place with increasing pressure,
my mind shoots back to how this happened
and how I can ensure I don't repeat this,
instead of focusing on stopping the pain
or seeing if my finger is even stuck.
My body moves automatically to curve
around my injury, my finger slipping free
and I curl it into my other hand for protection.
My face burns hot but my finger grows hotter
even as the pain starts fading to an ache.
I find myself weary in just a few seconds.
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