The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
Thursday, October 13, 2016
TOUCH ME
Give me your hand.
Let me touch your fingers.
Feel the softness.
Revel in its texture.
I’ve been alone too long.
Not feeling a human’s touch.
A human’s warmth.
I’m cold to the touch.
But a fire burns inside.
Come to me.
Touch me.
THE DEAD GAME
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