Author: SomeRandomScribbles PM
The touch of your hand is a gentle brush of barbed wire.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 122 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-27-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2918310
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The touch of your hand is a gentle brush
of barbed wire; your tender embrace wraps me
in a straight jacket.
I should stop. I should grow out of it and move on,
but I can't - something of you lingers in the air,
a suffocating gas.
The day we met, I saw you across
a crowded room. I felt your gaze go through me
like a rusty blade.
And now you're under my skin; your poison fills
my bloodstream. Your image is branded completely
into my mind.
I have no choices. Life without you is a gradual decline
to death - but without you, I'd topple straight into
And so I stay
to gasp a few more breaths.