i struggle with the ability
to take care of my hands.
they are picked at
and bitten
and scratched until they are red.
my nails dig into my skin
like how words dig into heads
that aren’t ready to hear their own thoughts.
but every brain must know, you cant run
from something that is inside of you.
the lines in my palm are a map
that leads to a place i don’t want to revisit.
but pulling myself away means removing
the DNA attached to me
and i will no longer live as me.
my hands are not pretty
but they are real.
and i will stare at my hands and hope
one day they will hold a version of me
that i will not have to rip apart.
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC
i struggle with the ability
to take care of my hands.
they are picked at
and bitten
and scratched until they are red.
my nails dig into my skin
like how words dig into heads
that aren’t ready to hear their own thoughts.
but every brain must know, you cant run
from something that is inside of you.
the lines in my palm are a map
that leads to a place i don’t want to revisit.
but pulling myself away means removing
the DNA attached to me
and i will no longer live as me.
my hands are not pretty
but they are real.
and i will stare at my hands and hope
one day they will hold a version of me
that i will not have to rip apart.
