The ridge of roughness on my finger
by cassetteorion
· 10/03/2026
Published 10/03/2026 10:03
The ridge of roughness on my finger
catches light like cracked leather,
a map of work and unspoken things.
It presses against the pan’s cold edge,
the burn beneath the skin ignored,
a shield grown slow, but stubborn still.
Silent witness to the daily grind,
the callus forms where pain unwinds.
A hard skin built from simple use,
a quiet badge of refuse and bruise.