Hands

Sun, 09/14/2014 - 14:56 -- Skoves
I was in a jar 
No hands could untwist my lid
Trapped.
I was in a car
No hands could break glass
Save me
I was in a house
No hands could crack through
My walls
 
So they toppled
On top of my limp corpse
On top of my sizzling
Black
Ashen
Searing 
Flesh. 
I was numb 
screaming
No hands could save me
Not even
My own. 
 

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