These hands,
my hands,
so beaten and worn,
scarred by the life they’ve been forced to live,
scarred by the lives they’ve taken,
wrapping them around their throats,
squeezing the life,
squeezing the hope,
These hands,
my hands,
so beaten and worn.
Day 237 – Hands – Whispered Words
2 responses to “Day 237 – Hands – Whispered Words”
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Such busy, evil hands! Taking lives can wear them down — may I suggest some Vaseline?
~PR
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Added to the shopping list, let’s hope they don’t slip from my grasp.
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