HANDS

When I went mad it was my hands who suffered the most. I would wash them sometimes twice three times sometimes after putting on my shoes when the dirty laces touched the pads of my fingers. After I was clean I couldn’t touch the faucet with my bare hands. I couldn’t The water bill went up while I thought of ways to turn it off (I think mother suspected then.) I’d rub my hands red until blue veins burst I’d watch the caverns in my skin fill with blood. Sometimes I am transfixed by my hands can think of...

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