A day with a common theme. Hands. Today I hurt my finger as a pen dug in, partly my fault partly another. Hands slowly holding me in realtity, holding me in my place. Pushing hands shoving me away. Soft palms, broken skin.
Scarring on hands. Who did that?
Pressing of skin to another, from the past.
Hand around finger.
Soft tissue against palm.
The palm revealing secrets I am yet to know.
Hold me there. Please. I can't bear it. Hold me in my place and don't let me fall away. I want to be there. Holding your hand, please.