A Burning Touch

A hand with a touch That makes my skin Burn. I jump with fear afraid of the pain That I constantly feel. Those fingers that Touch me even when I Plead them to leave me alone. I can feel the fingertips Still around my throat Leaving a mark that will Never heal correctly. I Feel the palm against My cheek changing the Once pale now a bright Red. I have tried to Wash the fingerprints Away. Scrubbing and Scrubbing till there is No more skin left. I still am wary of a new Touch. I beg for Graze that will heal Me and not poison Me anymore.