Torturer
My hands have become something to fear.
If you touch me, will I melt?
Or will you crumble away?
Pain. Pain is all I am good for.
Don't.
Touch.
Me.
I write to release but the burden will crush you.
Look! Everyone else has fled
Far away for a reason.
You come ever closer but, please, be wary
Of my scorched and rotting hands.
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Hi! My name is Elizabeth Davenport, and I'm a college student who loves all things language, no matter what language it is! I'm probably reading, writing, or dancing in the rain right now. I'm a featured poet, Aura, on diesandnoctis.com (go check them out: they're great!), and use the names E.D., Elie Dav, and Elizabeth Davenport when posting my own.
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