Once a soft touch gliding skin
Wrapped taught, fit bones and twine
Beneath a splendid epidermis,
Free from graze or aging twist.
Then swift as time
The cuts catch up
Wreaking havoc on hands in slices;
Ripping skin, boring within
Roughing freckles, knuckles and digits…
So now split skin cracks on
These gaps in the cover tell stories.
And under the layers
For no other reason
Blood flows, clots up and scars finely.