One of the best things I have ever done is embarrass your ass over Voyeurward on Ravelry. I have no idea what I would do without your smiling, cynical face and your gropes and your words. Hope your birthday is as beautiful as you are.
Hugs,
-Diane.
Beautiful, Broken Things
Every time I tie off the dangling end of another sleeve, I remember that I am lucky.
Staring at myself, naked in a dirty mirror in the growing dim, I remember that every ruined inch speaks of luck and of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
But of turning right.
My horrified fingers feel their way across skin that has turned to ash and scar, tracing long and angry curls of masticated flesh again and again, and each time I chant to myself that they are evidence of good fortune.
