keigh

won't ever undo

the violence my

hands have done.

Regardless of how much I mold myself with softer touch, my unstrainable hands will always ease in a violent manner with strokes that comes with rage. I can't unlearn applying the heavy hands I was taught and grew used to. I always end up jeopardizing what is supposed to be invented or reinvented. 

Foreign is the gentleness of affection. Even as a child, it had always been pain; violence had always been prevalent in our home.

I found peace in living in the ruins of my vessel, too barren with love, while destructing the decent remains of my flesh that had been ignorantly longing for the gentleness of affection.