Pretend you didn't disappear, pretending
you're right here; and I'm
holding onto you as if to burst your skin,
like a rubber balloon, held captive
from the wind.
My fingers dig in to your flesh,
and it makes you uncomfortable, you writhe,
it feels like me, on the inside; tapping away
my hurt into your veins, and I want to feel
the syrup of your blood, trickling out--
I need someone to understand me.
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't Touch
PoesiaPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
