Touch
written by: Winelady
It was only a touch—
“forget it,” she said,
But it lingered, searing me,
Like an iron-hot hand.
The pain remained,
Deep enough to scar,
But she’d call it only a touch—
I’d wash it away.
It was only a look,
But it crawled under my skin,
Through shadowed tunnels,
Stirring an unease—
A festering mark, her first kill.
“Just a look,” she’d claim,
Though I could feel the crawling worms still.
It was only a word,
Soft, yet it carved through me,
A curse without weight,
But heavy in dreams.
She’d call it harmless,
Just a word,
But I still cried.
It was merely a laugh,
Airy as glass—sharp as,
A cutting echo, biting and lingering,
Cutting unfairly through silence.
“Only a laugh,” she’d shrug,
But I still bled.
And the smile, too,
Crooked, slight—
Like a moth perishing in the night.
It drew me in,
Rotting and biting,
But they’d all say—
It was just a smile.
