Yesterday a man held my hand so
powerfully I couldn’t tell after a while
as it seemed so right
that consistent pressure.
Normally I don’t like comfort in any form as
it embarrasses me like the chameleon
turning pink
on lava or carnation, I pull away from
touch as I know the consequences.
But this time I stayed and cried.
It had been so long since I
felt comfort.
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