Hands extended in my direction, coming to comfort, so close to touch
The noise echos through my glass cage as their hands smack against its walls
I'm untouchable, in turn unlovable
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My skin is on fire, I'm burning in my own flame.
I imagine your hands are cold and firm like an icy wave,
I imagine them crashing over me, turning me to embers. Smothering the hurt that's under.
I imagine it running across my limbs, through my hair, along my chin, that soft ebb and flow
I imagine, but I wouldn't know.
