jabbing toenails into the wet clumps of cold sand while grains cling together under the opaque brim squished and jabbing into corners beside the young, pink, tiny one’s skin.
The beach The sand The clumps The tiny one.
Jabbing questions, he woke her from dreams of the jabbing
Jabbing needles under her fingernails slipping into calloused pink, and piercing her thumbs. Tiny needles in the tiny one.
He seized her hand, jabbing kisses into her thumb- yearning for the pain under her fingernails, the jabbing, the tiny one’s, lips covered in blood.