All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Hands
January 23, 2009
Hands
My hands are dry.
Cracks all over my knuckles are clearly visible.
And on the coldest of mornings,
Small amounts of blood find its way through.
And then I see her, and I smile.
Because her hands are pale white and clammy.
They are constantly perspiring and very sticky.
We reach out for each other, and wet meets dry, soft meets hard, hot meets cold.
And then her eyes meet mine, and we laugh
Because we know we’re the cure.
Similar Articles
Previous Next
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
