Touch Starved
trauma sponge for sale!
purple and yellow,
faded
one side scratchy for the tough grease,
the other dry, crumbling
until you feed me
kind words, gentle touches
let me dig my toes into the warm sand of
your smile
let me gorge myself on your syrup eyes
your tight hugs
over my cracked skin
overdosing on vitamin supplements
spun around the spoon of your fingertips
forever.
rotting my chipped teeth
until I'm full.
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