Pumping lotion in her hands, she rapidly made circular motions. The sweet pea smell permeated her nose and it stilled her movement. She brought up her hands to her head, the enticing smell surrounding her, practically lodging in her nostrils. A shiny gleam on those tiny hands but still having that rough cracked skin, curling at the edges, that is what she saw.
She started to pick at her palm, following the M-shaped lines and the more she picked the more her skin flaked around, splitting the tissues that were naturally healing.
Pick, pluck, pick, she couldn’t bear to see her hands in such a state. She had started to follow a thin piece of it, up to her ring finger, slowly peeling it off. She could see the intricate details on her digits, the different hues that melted to the color of her skin, it was all disgusting. She wanted all the imperfections gone, gone from the silky hands she used to have. And so she vigorously worked on them, stretching and pulling back her skin until she couldn’t see anything but red. Red bloodied hands, the scent of sugariness running down her arms.
