handshake
oh how i wish to feel nothing. i wish my silent and hopeless mannerisms could fully consume me. no matter how still i lay, my beating heart continues to feel, continues dragging me on, leading me onward to the pain. the cruel and unending horrors of reality i greet everyday. oh they shake my hand and twist my wrists into mangled expressions of my desperation. yet my shattered bones still hold on to you, our fingers intertwined as i bleed beneath the skin. less than a flesh wound, its not fatal, i can recover from this. i always do.