I’m Here Now

I’d like to be touched again.

Touched without my shadow.


Touched like a real girl.

A clean girl.

A clean girl who likes to get dirty.


I married a man who doesn’t like touch.

Ashamed to touch.

Awkward with his touch.

Purposeful but meaningless with his touch.


I’m a girl who has been touched.

Who craves touch.

Even when it hurts.


Touch me in the sunlight.

In the backseat of a car.

Just touch me.

Remind me, I’m there.

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