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.
Copyright © Jillian Rivera | Year Posted 2019
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