A poetic journey through my mind

I hate my hands

Hand one

Stupid RA. Stupid painful almost useless fingers. Stupid whiny me.

Hand two

I’m at a point where I’d almost rather chop them off than deal with trying to use them…the operative word is “almost”…for now.

3 responses

  1. Don’t hate them they help you write!

    November 30, 2016 at 4:18 pm

    • KC

      *hugs* I know, darlin, but sometimes I just gotta whine…luckily once it’s out I’m usually better. 😉

      Got a few new ones on deck, btw, as well as some old-and-new ones to sort through, see if we unearth any treasures. So don’t touch that dial*, as they say.

      (No really, don’t touch it…it came from my mind, so who knows where it’s been. :p)

      December 1, 2016 at 12:36 am

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