Five Easy Pieces

His hands has that toned dark skin

Dry and rough in every way

The dried blood still attached

And callus in all edges


His fingers were twitching

Trying to hold on to the glass of water

Like a lily that was left in a dessert

Barely surviving the heat,

The trauma surrounded the person’s memory


“What happened?” I asked

He looked at me with a slight smile

And said “I’ve been waiting.”


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