foot in mouth

fingers...fingers are all that is left

philanges that once carressed innocent flesh

skin perhaps is the better word

when I write of this I must stick to the facts

you touched me

your dirty fingers contaminated me

ugly as they were in their wriggling glory

they squeezed past my defenses

clueless and ruthless I became less...of myself

transformation complete, or not

now I'm stuck in a limbo, a world between worlds

of what can be, and what I really want

perhaps it was the ugliness that triggered my waterfall of emotions

i empathized with your ugly fingers

but now I realize that their ugliness was in fact a warning,

to prevent the innocent from the wrath of their satanic puppet master

your fingers once carressed my skin,

that sensation I might forget in time

but what I will not forget,

what keeps me up at night

is the memory of your fingers

grasping my heart

and the soft assuring pressure I am now meant to live without.

I think I might be stuck

I'm stuck I'm stuck I'm stuck

Unstick me please

I'm down on my knees

Do you not hear my pleas?

I'm stuck