Poem -

Touch

Hands.
God, I hate hands 
Your hands
In the right places 
In the wrong places
It doesn't matter now
It all feels wrong.
Bad
Unsafe
Unclean
Do not hold my hand
Do not smile at me
My jaw will clench and I will not cry 
I can't cry.
I can't move
Thought of your hands all consuming
God, I hate hands.

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Jason Brown

Written with a tremendous sense of urgency; those opening few lines have an edge of hysteria and panic. This is brilliantly evocative and the fixation on that single detail; drawing the reader's focus to the hands: is a masterstroke.

A fantastic piece of poetic writing!!

Welcome to Cosmofunnel.

J ;)

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Lorna

Hi, You delivered this so well and uniquely ....Such difficult subject matter, that you transformed into such a compelling piece 
Welcome to Cosmofunnel
Lorna
xx

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