Don't touch me
DONT TOUCH ME!

I can't stand the feel
of your skin against mine.
Your hands make me shiver
their touch is revolting.
Each caress is a poison
permeating my soul
and tainting my essence
like ink
dropped in water.

Your gaze makes me freeze,
stark still,
cautious
and deadly.

The the dark indifference
in those eyes
the sick yearning they convey,
rivals
the biting cold and anger in mine.

Your voice beholds a quality
that nauseates me every time
and I cannot stand the sound of it.
It awakes something in me
I cannot control.

touch number 1 means i seize up politely
touch number 2

means you'll never see 3.

03/28/2003

Posted on 03/28/2003
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