Sleeves

For Kieren, the scars on his wrist remind him of pain, of despair so powerful that it makes him think the world is going to end and the only way to stop it is to cut, to bleed, to reach oblivion. For Simon, the ever present track marks on his arms remind him of nights alone where the only thing that matters is whether he can get a hit, and if not, then where he can find it.