Hands

Slime covers esily
It’s engulfing, digesting
Like an acid dissolving with a noticeable hiss
Diffusing into the brain

And just not leaving, Never leaving
It spreads from the handprint
It dampens the cloth and drips

I shuffle

The apology reaches my ears after
But the smirk that is thrown churns my stomach
I have an urge too,
To let me throw my insides
On a cycle above 60 degrees

Let me ruin myself
Make me
Not even a chance to say no before
And now I’m just tired

It follows constantly
The colour of the shirt, the skin
Hands, hands, hands, hands
Tall, too tall

I should be grateful they didn’t.
Shouldn’t I?
I now leave a trail to follow
tainting everything, or is it tint?

The urge keeps growing
Unfortunately I’m not the only one

I just hate hands, I think

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Beata Agustin

Date: 11/18/2024 2:19:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Lina Alfahad
Date: 5/31/2025 2:47:00 PM