His hands are sturdy with slightly stubby fingers and thick wrists, scars marring the surface of his pale skin.
They are folded in his lap, fingers interlaced and thumbs twiddling around one another thoughtlessly.
The Emerald Islands at night soothe the soul with their balm of utter beauty.
Do you need that beauty now? I wonder.
I need -something-, he sighs.
Author notes
This is a writing exercise called 5 easy pieces. I like it, 'cause it was written about someone I know, and I think the poem reflects him really well.
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This was incredibly descriptive. You did really well with it. Cat
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