A Cure For Wednesdays

Often I Study my Features in the mirror
I’ve noticed shallow grooves forming under my eyes which can conveniently fit the the protruding bones I have learnt are my knuckles. I’ve noticed grooves forming behind my ears from nervous scratching. I’ve noticed my form contort and alter to suit my compulsions.
The way my back arches from years of insisted slouching.
The way my feet turn inwards when I sit rubbing my knees together which used to clutch a younger bladder.
The way my nose tilts to the left from sleeping on my right.
I suppose sooner or later the comfort of familiarity etches itself on skin.
I hope that is true, because then the way my grandmothers arms fit into the grooves around my neck would mean I once had a family which embraced me.
Unlike the way my fathers knuckles forced grooves above my right eye