like water in the palm of your hand
i fell right through the cracks

its like losing everything at once -
but carelessly feeling nothing at all

abrasion is more satisfying than my
skin in the palms of someone else

all around me i see blurred out faces
they're blood thirsty than ever before

but not i - quite the opposite i stand
and dry heave over their yearn

beauty is designed for pleasure
which is okay - but admire from afar

even the most priceless masterpieces
are destroyed by touch

a.d