i feel the hands of others
searching for salvation in my skin
hoping to taste their truth upon my tongue

these hands hope to find
someone else in my touch
reaching through my hollow form
grasping for something more

their fingers trail across my body
tracing the answers they are desperate to find

they feel me smooth and supple
yet my brittle form breaks at the touch
they cut themselves on my jagged edges
betrayed by the soft of my curves

alone, i gather the shards of myself
and piece them back together