toxic touch
Location
I don't want to hug
people anymore.
their traces are like stains
that I can't wash away,
and I can taste
the insincerity in my mouth
as their arms
wrap around me like
weeds
choking a dying flower.
I don't want to listen
to people anymore.
their words are like poison
that swirls around my head--
the poison tastes
like candy
when I drip it on my tongue.
but I soon find it turns
my insides into
something
sour.
This poem is about:
Me