She had lately been developing an obsession with hands They seemed to have taken on almost mythic importance Hands could push away in anger in fear in violence the tides Hands could pull a leg a rope in tug of war a dog back from running into traffic a lover into orbit Hands could scoop … Continue reading Hands
Where are the words that used to dance across the screen cold water hitting hot oil? Essence of my soul that seeped out of fingertips life blood smeared smoothly across the keys? Permafrost now spreading slowly outward in fern patterns invades hands crystallizes minerals deep in the bone makes them brittle makes them ache raw … Continue reading Frostbite
She had lately been developing an obsession with hands They seemed to have taken on almost mythic importance Hands could push away in anger in fear in violence the tides Hands could pull a leg a rope in tug of war a dog back from running into traffic a lover into orbit Hands could scoop … Continue reading Hands
She realized that she had Lately been developing An obsession with hands They seemed to have taken on Almost mythic importance Hands could push away In anger In fear In violence The tides Hands could pull A leg A rope in tug of war A dog back from running into traffic A lover … Continue reading Hands
She realized that she had Lately been developing An obsession with hands They seemed to have taken on Almost mythic importance Hands could push away In anger In fear In violence The tides Hands could pull A leg A tug of war rope A dog back from running into traffic A lover into … Continue reading Hands November 15, 2016
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