I. HOT GLUE. My hands are small. Stubby fingers, chewed off nail skin and dirt under my fingernails. My palms are wrinkly with veins visible; sickly bulges with pulse weak. The sticky glue won't come off. My hands are small. I keep them shut and to myself. I can't stand the touch of anything on them. I hate how the hot glue gun felt on my palm, fingers wrapped around the flesh. My hands are small. They never grow, they never will get clean. The glue will never come off; the dirt sticks with it. 14.8.24