Eliza Crawford


Hands - Poem by Eliza Crawford

Hands hands hands.
Hands all around me.
Hands that trace my lips.
Hands that pull my clothes.
Hands that pinch my skin and trail down my back and punch my arms.
Hands that no one else feels.
Hands that are not real.
Hands that leave me shaking, crying, hurting everywhere.
I go to brush them away.
They are still there.
I want them to stop, I beg them to stop, I scream at the top of my lungs
Stop.
But they do not.
Because they are just hands.
Hands that do not belong to anyone.
Hands that are not there.

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  • Gold Star - 45,552 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/29/2013 5:53:00 AM)

    Hands lovely, good write, thanks.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013


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