43. Little Deaths / Little Delights

Hailey Cognetti ➳ Bella Ve

To reach out with the intent to touch. To risk the skin peeled back, to let the air in, to be claimed by the delicate finger of everything unknown. What is the right touch to the wound, if not softly? I extend my arm foolishly between my body and the space that is not me. With these fingers I wipe my tears and I pull and rip my skin till I bleed.

And in…