The Touch

The Touch short poem

That smell brought

memories that were

long suppressed

and locked away

in the empty space where

once her soul rested.

The muted vacuum

burst into a dark

nothingness.

He had forced himself

into her

the last time

their gaze met.

This time,

it was the

turn of her

red

fingers.

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Teacher. Learner. Seeker. Doer. Thinker. Dreamer. Adventurer. Risk taker. Realist. Passionate. Harmonizer. Rules bender. Chaotically creative. Constructively self destructive. Non conformist. Complicated. Trend setter. Nocturnal. Easily high on sugar. A pragmatic escapist. A brutally honest critic. hard to convince . harder to impress. Good at wearing masks. And tearing others’ masks too. Believer in the fluidity of identity. Neruda, TS Eliot, Plath and Woolf - my inspirations. Shadows. Silences. Subconscious. Perfectionist. Individualistic. Detest regimentation. Second hand books, bubbles, balloons, rain drops dancing on the windshield of a fast moving car, lakesides, seasides and mountains make me happy. So do cupcakes, wine, freebies in expensive hotels, the last page of a good book, handicrafts and the smell of grass. post-it notes define me. cleaning is therapeutic. Mathematically challenged. Milk is my drug.Stagnation petrifies me,so do snakes and spiders. Lost a friend 6 years ago. Stopped writing poetry. I imagine. I’m a survivor.
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Looks could not kill, but might commit contemplated murder. Forcing yourself into someone when your gaze met would be easy.

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