Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Monday, March 14, 2016

3.14b

The tips of my fingers are thin. My skin is ragged and torn. The edges lift and curl and peel back. I chew the edges I chop the sides I tear and tear and tear.
Maybe I'm nervous today, but I've done my laundry, the dishes, the chores, so explain that.

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