hands
caked in callouses and scars
tough as leather, yet ugly to see
so much treasure has come from a life wrapped in barbed wire and broken knuckles, yet no one can tolerate the thought of their touch.
hell, what good is beauty anyway?
caked in callouses and scars
tough as leather, yet ugly to see
so much treasure has come from a life wrapped in barbed wire and broken knuckles, yet no one can tolerate the thought of their touch.
hell, what good is beauty anyway?