Hands (Patreon)

3.7.22

When you held my hand as a child, my hand disappeared within yours. Your fingers wrapped around mine, soft skin young and unscarred, unstretched, unharmed. You held it tight to keep me close, guided me where we needed to go, pulled me away from danger. My hand vanished within yours.

I am 28. My hands are too big to disappear in your grasp. And yet, you still try.