Free verse № 145996
don't touch me 2
while hanging there in midair,
fingers startled still with his demand,
curling now like cowards,
they sought the shelter of her hand.
shame then, laced them tightly,
into fists from willful hand,
which she lost in deepest pockets;
she hasn't touched him once since then.
8 comments
one of my biggest problems writing is dropping the reader into the middle of the unknown assuming clarity when often there is none. Thanks for you thoughts, Pete
Thank you.
Thanks again.
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