Talking To The Moon

cracking skin

I love soap

How it foams between my fingers

How it drips from my hands

Turning slightly brown

The contrast when it runs down the sink.

And how my hands feel

After I washed them three times.

Four times.

Ten times.

Until my skin turns dry

And my nails slowly fissure.

A way to feel clean again

For once in a while

Maybe even

A kind way of

Self harm.

~manus manum lavat