pull

you grab on so tight, it hurts your hands. the skin, ripped by calluses, shows islands of raw red flesh. you hold on, you pull, you won’t let go. you need this. this is all you can do. this is all you could hold. you’ll try all you can. you will get bored. the thrill, the novelty, it will all wear off. plagued calluses will rub off. scarred marks will scrupulously cover your healed skin. you will drift for a while. there will be something next. you may come back. your eyes would look down at your palms, and your lips would smile.