Thoughtless

handsThese broken fingers… they continue tapping and dancing about the keys, clicking against the desktop, tramping and tapping around the steering wheel. Can’t stop them. They count the seconds in cut and synchronous rhythms refusing to stop for a moment’s rest. They dance about my own lips venturing in to glance against the enamel of my teeth, tasting the drama expressed by such thoughtless movements.

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