Gentle Touch
As i escape the sound of the water thrashing against the rocks,
the sound of creatures murmuring their retaliation,
the sound of the trees whistling in the wind,
I become engross in an alternate universe.
With each flip,
with each delicate turn,
I lose myself in a life that is not my own;
A life where I'm superior to everything and anything that dares to challenge me.
A life where I am trapped by laughs and taunts.
A life where a warm hand explores every crevice in my body,
yet a life where the loving hand mutilates my beauty.
With each intriguing picture I flee the enduring defeat,
the everlasting sight of surrounding ocean,
and the emptiness that bubbles inside of me.
I transform
with each fragile touch.
The pages,
keeps the steadiness in my breath.
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