Wispy Digits

Phantom limb pain

All there is, is smoke.

Thickest between my head and my hand.

Smoke that billows, twists and flickers.

Smoke that rolls

Past my knuckles

Around the tips of my fingers.

Fingers that feel like smoke

Like tongues of fire being caught in the wind.

Fingers that I can feel

But that I know are not there.

Fingers that come and go.

Like smoke after a flame.