Right now
All I have
Are these two hands
They can be used to nail holes into a coffin
Or rip the dead back into life
There is never peace under my fingernails
Sometimes I forget
That hands
Are not meant to rip things apart
They are meant to rip things together
To pull things so far from normal
That they snap right back into place
To snare somebody by their collarbones
But not to drag them by their heartbeats
Be careful, darling
Hangnails will leave you dangling your lovers
From the ends of unfortunate cliffs
Leave you so torn up
You may feel like you can't make it out alive
But remember
Hands
They are meant for more than ripping things apart
But before anything else
There is darkness.
Before creation
There must be destruction
In order to make beautiful things
There must be something ugly to run from
Maybe I'm a pessimist
But maybe
I'm just really good
At using
My hands.
