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Her Hands

August 10, 2010
By Abirdwithoutwings PLATINUM, Medford, Oregon
Abirdwithoutwings PLATINUM, Medford, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
When you long with all your heart for someone to love you, a madness grows there that shakes all sense from the trees and the water and the earth. And nothing lives for you, except the long deep bitter want. And this is what everyone feels from birth to death.


Delicately, her fingers graze the piano keys,
floating from note to note.
Her nail polish is chipped at the tips. So much
for that twelve dollar manicure.
Around her nails are red, raw skid marks,
bits of skin hang at the end
and pink, fresh layers emerge.
Her middle and forefinger smell of lingering
smoke, an ever-present stench.
On her left hand, a cheap silver ring.
Dull and smudged, the engraved words are hard to read.
Be the change.
Quietly her hands carry a tune, the image as powerful
as the sound.
Soft, yet rugged.
Young, yet experienced.
Her hands tell a story, dying to be held.


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