I looked at my hands. I searched my hands for cuts. The hands of Christ were beautiful hands. I looked at my hands. There was not a scratch. There was not a nick. There was not even a scar.
I felt the tears coming down my cheeks, crawling like heavy senseless things without legs. I was mad. I must truly be mad.
3 comments:
love the top photo, did you take these?
These are really good Simon.
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