
Fissures
September 14, 2011The alkalinity fissured the tips of my fingers, gouged gaps between skin and skin that left me fumbling with zippers and buttons. They healed to thick dots just beneath the surface, as legible as Braille. If you read them, they would speak of survival, of joy, of hope for the coming year. They are as permanent as tattoos, but as invisible as change.
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