Wrong Hands

He doesn’t know how he let his hands
do the things his hands had done:
casually thrown away a wedding ring,
made a fist and used it, ransacked a
complete stranger’s home, plunged
a needle, pulled a trigger.
…………………………………………It’s like they
were someone else’s hands; like they’d
never opened a book, never taken an
oath, never tucked a little girl into bed,
or stroked her hair.
……………………………….Now, everything
had slipped away from him, left him
all too predictably alone, completely
empty-handed.

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13 thoughts on “Wrong Hands

  1. Oh, this is tragic. How the conscience sees a setback in a fit of compulsion or perhaps helplessness, this is such a moral turpitude as to how much one can try to understand.
    -HA

  2. The pain is raw, the disbelief-sprinkled dissatisfaction heartbreaking… But there is something good in all this bad–he knows that wrong has been done, remorse is dancing in his skull… and were remorse lurks, amends aren’t far away. And hope is welcome.

  3. kaykuala

    Now, everything
    had slipped away from him, left him
    all too predictably alone

    It’s such a tragedy to be deprived of the simple pleasures of life!

    Hank

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