Sunday, March 17, 2013

Callous

Skin abraded
by ceaseless friction
forms a barrier.

Shielding the touch
from nerve.

Blotting out contact
with the living.

A residue created
by ignorance.

Our soft vulnerable skin
turned to stone
by heartless repetition.

Callous.
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1 comment:

  1. benjiMarch 18, 2013 at 8:29 AM

    In the beginning was the Word,
    and the Word was with God,
    and the Word was God.

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