Fingerprints
by johannespunkt
Did you know that the fingerprints you leave fade away after a few years? It’s just oils; over time, the marks disintegrate into nothing, like a crowd of bored people dispersing after the spectacle is over and the police are asking awkward questions like, “Did anyone try to talk to her?” The marks you left weren’t even your real marks, all the grooves turned to ridges, and mirrored if we compare them to the ones on your fingers. It’s been two and a half years since you touched me, and the grooves and ridges have become part of my skin.
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This is great writing. I like how the finger prints become a part of your skin. Very creative.
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Wow, that’s just hauntingly beautiful.
Thank you, Mads. :) Is your name Danish, by any chance?
Nope, I’m Indian. :)
I wish there was a special light so I could see every fingerprint ever made on my body, and I could fully appreciate the damage.
‘Damage’, heh. Good choice of words. Somehow, I imagine that light would burn them off, too, so they would only be visible for a few seconds, like invisible ink that disappears after it’s been revealed, unwriting itself.
I was tempted to write a piece myself inspired by this. Unfortunately, every time I try to write at the moment, I go to the part of my brain where the words normally come out, and all I can hear is screaming.
I honestly didn’t think that actually happened in anything but terrible, angsty poetry. Which, incidentally, was exactly what I was going to write based on this piece.