Sandpaper Skin
By Grace Espinoza
Sand paper hands
Stitched up by stories
Whispered through pores
Devoured by your rough palms
Swallowing soft flesh
You cling
Looming
Eyes widened
Expanded by curiosities
Familiar fingertips
A naivety so tangible
Pulses behind flesh
Wrapped in
Anchored arms
Sends light rushing
Flooding
Into my darkest depths
Molded my soft skin
Hardened it
Thickened shell
Sandpaper hands
Stitched up by stories
Weaved into my brain
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
Sandpaper Skin
By Grace Espinoza
Sand paper hands
Stitched up by stories
Whispered through pores
Devoured by your rough palms
Swallowing soft flesh
You cling
Looming
Eyes widened
Expanded by curiosities
Familiar fingertips
A naivety so tangible
Pulses behind flesh
Wrapped in
Anchored arms
Sends light rushing
Flooding
Into my darkest depths
Molded my soft skin
Hardened it
Thickened shell
Sandpaper hands
Stitched up by stories
Weaved into my brain
