Tuesday, February 20, 2018

An adventure with an everyday object

Tweezers. I picked them up and then my PTSD-afflicted and womb-robbed fingers immediately dropped them. I risked a bend to pick them up.

Then I tweezed out the hair that re-grows from the freckle on my nose. That I succeeded at that is amazing but I had to hold the wrist with the other hand because of the trembles.

I hate dropping things for seeming no reason; but there is one, I was injured and I am forever stained by that injury.

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