Red

There's a red string suffocating my right wrist. There is a small silver bead with shallow indents on it. The “bracelet” was bought in Istanbul, Turkey. Not some sweatshop shit, no. A humble woman who threads strings for a living. Maybe she herself is sitting being suffocated by the multicolored string. 

Origin of Silver Bead: UKNOWN

It’s real silver. I would've noticed the green hue of the oxidization on my wrist staining the skin. Or maybe it’s silently seeping into my blood. 

[Ironic. Red String, red blood.]

It left a mark on my wrist. The tacky glue holding the adjustable piece of the "bracelet" disintegrated. I’ve had to make the decision to tie it around my wrist. My Wrist. The excess string makes me think it could fit anywhere. Anywhere. The knot is static, the bead often gets lost towards my protruding ulna. 

[Tight. I made sure to tie it tight.] 

I made sure that it would make a mark on my wrist. Not in the suicidal shitty sweatshop kind of way. Just enough to make sure the stupid Turkish silver bead wouldn’t move. That red string.