Pale Hands

I stare at my hands when I'm thinking.

i find words in my hands

when i stare at them and start judging my skin

swirls in the flesh

human patterns

super-novas of homo sapiens 

i thrive to peel back those layers of art

to feel the braille of existence

read between the lines on my fingers

to understand

Author's Note

This one doesn't rhyme cos I wanted to get my thoughts out before I forgot them, go wild

Reviews

[JustaGurl]

ah so many times i feel like not rhyming my words but stop myself to, glad u did it :)

[Arabella Rose]

Sometimes rhyming limits the ways in which you can express yourself, I love it, it's great xx