“ache/mind” by dom sylvester houédard
(thanks to józsef from unjustlyunread, who found this amazing work)
i hate sand
like sand in your hands, it slips through no matter how hard you squeeze when you pick it up from the floor, there always some you missed the sweat on your palms keeps some of it there no matter how badly you try to brush it away it stays under your nails and inside your cuts its there to remain



