(Real)ity

I have seen my hands,

I have held,

touched,

felt,

loved,

kissed,

lost

with these hands.

They have burrowed me

and they have lifted me.

These hands have destroyed me

and created me,

shaping my world into over-baked miniature clay figurines,

that we'd play with

until one

or all

of them would break.

And each of them was me,

I built them with these hands!

I was my own God,

I was writing my own story!

Scoffing at fate,

sneering at my reflections

in other's glassy eyes.

All I had

were my hands,

All I had ever and will ever have

are at the end of my two bony wrists!

And all my hands ever had was

my skin:

paper-thin and tearing with tactless timing

to reveal my worst.

But it is 

MY

skin,

it isn't yours,

and yet

I find you beneath it.

Author's Note

unfinished

Reviews

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Wow. Feels finished to me, the way you ended this was unexpected but excellent