Hands


Hands
they have touched;
touched parts;
parts that cannot be seen
In places that I now often fear
Hands
they have ripped my heart into pieces;
pieces that are now replaced
with the salty substance from what
has allowed me to see things,
I would rather have not
Hands
they have destroyed my body;
body is a word that no longer exist to me
because it is something I no longer have
Hands
they have broken me into parts;
parts that I often get mixed up
with things that break me even more,
until I can no longer recognize which parts really belong to me
I now hate hands,
because I've seen what their capable of
The things they can do, the things they've done to me
Most of all the memories;
the horrible memories they can create, the horrible memories
I'll never be able to forget

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