Man of Glass

he – a shattered man
made of glass
barely holding together
his physical form
the pain
unbearable
a million shards
transpiercing
through his bones
a gentle hand
caresses the place
where his heart beats
still
the softest of touch
overwhelmingly kind
“please don’t touch me,”
he forewarns
“please don’t…”
“shhh,” her hand is now
at his lips
a lone droplet of
crimson liquid escapes
from the tip
of her delicate
finger
“don’t speak,”
she whispers her lips
moving next to his ear
placing a featherlight kiss
a little nip
another droplet of blood
escapes her lips
“stop,” he’s begging now
if he could
he would drop down to his knees
she backs away
finally answering his plea
“what do you think I am here for?”

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To be continued…..

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