In the Hospital Break Room, My Trembling Hands and the White Lines on My Fingernails Tell a Story I’m Afraid to Hear
The cramped break room is harsh under the fluorescent lights, casting a stark glow on everything. I catch a glimpse of my hands as I wash them, the familiar sight unsettling under the scrutiny of the bright lights. The white lines streaking my fingernails are irregular, tiny ridges running across them like silent alarms. I … Read more