I am just an invisible fool. Falling, alone, Through a hole I dug. Deep, deep, deeper. With bare ****** broken hands that cant hold you or hurt you or make you feel or see. They are clasped underneath this table, as your eyes say love but your mouth says friend. Shaking wildly they ache to touch to caress to cup your face and...

What are hands made for? You ask
me, like I can answer
I can't. Not with
Out revealing my
skin, my cracked skin
I broke when I
upturned the earth beneath
my feet