These dry bony
fingers crushed
around you like
a snake's prey.
Slight touches made there
way past your skin and into
your flesh as they scratched
your heart and never said sorry.
Gloves tried to hide the
regret of these hands
that hadn't felt the same.
They liked to stay in my
pocket when you reached
to hold them.
Ashamed fingertips tapped
on the glass and reminisced
with actions that weren't
meant to be taken serious.
Your hands felt good in mine
that night but they never
asked for a ring and didn't
want one.
Your hands were just
too soft.
Author notes
D) http://i716.photobucket.com/albums/ww168/graphics_erinn/beautiful-1.jpg
Evil angels are the best kind
*hands
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Comments
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Well, this is a personification, but an odd one. I usually prefer it to be in the point of view of the item personified, it makes for a stronger point. I will count it though, but it's not really what I was looking for.
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