Colors, Inbetweens, and Hard Stuff
A blog of images and poems.
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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