my body shudders at your touch
as if a frosty breeze caressed me
bringing me to a startling awareness
of where you are.
that insane smirk has not left your face
your repulsive thoughts rub against my bare skin
dry heaves wrack my body at the contact
I am tainted by you in the worst possible way
my only hope is that i will soon
be free of your nefarious grasp
too far
for your grotesque thoughts
to blacken my soul
too far
for your abhorrent fingers
to stroke my skin
too far
for your perverted gaze
to reach me now
i have been released
i am forever free from existing
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for a Thought
Poetry"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep."---Salman Rushdie [Cover made by @AN_almightydreamer ]
