Angelica Tao Poet Free verse

Hands

I don’t fidget anymore. 
I used to play with my ponytail holder on my wrist. 
Things dissolve. 
A harsh, acidic dissolving. 

I used to like playing guitar. 
But music makes my ears burn up. 
My fingers start to burn up too. 
Like things that fly away from earth. 

I don’t fidget anymore. 
Ever since they took my ponytail holder away. 
I never wanted anything back. 
I feel things. 

A harsh, acidic feeling. 
Fizzing and creating mini realities. 
My hands never came back from that. 
It’s like I don’t have skin on my skin. 

I can’t fidget anymore. 
They took them away. 
Even though my guitar is still alive. 
It’s just buried with me. 

I used to like things. 
In this reality which seems sliced up. 
I don’t fidget anymore. 
I feel things like vibrations. 

Vibrations like-
A factory which destroys stuff. 
And that factory exists. 
Where I used to hang out sometimes.

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