Hands
muffled nails against bars
uncleaned under the surface
stained with crusted lies
dirt built up from shallow promises
bloodied and bitten to the bed
raw from anxiety
unkept
both sides
none of these nails remotely perfect
a destroyed image of the hands
callused scarred, softness hardened up
there was some sort of twisted beauty in it
unsure of whats its attraction
making it so mesmerizing
Copyright © Fall Woods | Year Posted 2022
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