Petals In The Grass

Unholy Touch

Spoken harsh
Spoken true
Words that devour my soul
Like starving maggots

My flesh is real
Tender to the touch
Scars that are permanent
The razor is my salvation

Fragile skin does bleed
From my unholy touch
Hands shake slightly
Yet precise in their delivery

Never heeding the warnings
That whisper in the night


Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
Unholy Touch

125,346 Poems Read

Sponsors