Tuesday, October 24, 2006

A roadmap..

He turns his hands over in front of his face,
examining every callus, every vein.
He used to trust them.
They had life, a mind of their own.
Now they spite him.
He looks down at his fingers, like strangers.
Scarred meat and bone.
Dead things cut adrift,
dangling and useless in the dark.


Blogger Veiled Shadow said...

That is beautiful. Amazing description. So sad.

5:59 PM  

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