Touching is torture to me.
Reminds me of what I used to be.
Remnants of myself. Staring back at me.
Slippery when wet, slippery when everything.
What will be the thing that felled me.
I use to know that touch.
Torture. Surrender all the thoughts.
Lose site and side with feelings you never before trusted.
Move on to life before you’re rusted. Token taken away
From the cold light of day.
Help me find the prison
I locked myself away. Touching is torture to me.
Reminds me of what I used to be.
Remnants of myself. Staring back at me.
Slippery when wet, slippery when everything.