patchwork child

hand

i reach out my hand
its small and boney
long nails with chipped black polish
it has a few scars
my arm a torn up mess
scars and scabs
dried blood
layers upon layers all around
its not a hand anyone should take
this hands only purpose is destruction
but maybe someone will see this hand and take it anyway
maybe someone will grab it and pull me away with them
then well run away from everything
its a pleasant fantasy
but in truth no one wants a hand that is too scared to be held