The Handprint
The Handprint
Sliding down the misted glass the handprint slips away
Left are only the streaks that frightened fingers made
Terrorized by this vision now forever imprinted in your mind
Paralyzed in your position too far away from the exit sign
Your sight is rendered useless blanketed within the vapors steam
The chill within fell way too deep settling in like gangrene
Terrified trepid movement caught by your cornered eye
Death would be an improvement instead of waiting to just die...
05/27/17
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