Prompt–Sunday, March 25

Put something on your hands and go about your normal day. Like a sticker or ink from a fountain pen. Write about it.

Fingers can wear cloaks
to protect them from cold
with the palm as a hat
keeping out the breeze.
I look down and see
there’s spilled ink
in the streets, tears
for the words
they’ll never spell.

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