Two hands pressed against my chest
Made for me for they are my own
With five fingers on each hand
Trace scars here and there
Some dirt under the fingernails
Dried skin and freckles
Hair and bone
Pressing hard against my chest
Trying to slow my breathing
Racing for what I have done
With one hand I held it
With the other I restrained it
They both had their uses
They were not idle
For this their greatest craft
They began to sweat
One swift movement of my finger
And a world of fire
Smoke and noise
Where the impossible is possible
And death seeks its most comfortable home
In the blink of an eye
Disappears
Leaving nothing but two empty hands
One dropped it
The other let go of it
Falling to my knees next to the lake of red
I knew I had changed
I don't know why I did it
But what does that matter
It is done and I cannot change that
I changed in order to create something completely unchangeable
I could feel it
Deeper remorse than ever I want to feel again
With sadness swelling in my heart and mind
I felt a single tear
Formed from my right eye
Slide down my cheek
Only to stop there
Each hand
Too cowardly
To wipe it away.
 
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