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Touch of HandsAt the pool's end, she stared into the depths
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For a time, forgetting past fears and pains.
Legs turned to lead, arms held limp, heart fragile
Against the calming heat of the day.
A call from behind, the rush of feet, and hands
Touch. Anxiety can quickly be forgotten.
As fingers entwine, how could she have forgotten
The dread, the darkness that consumes the depths
Of her heart. She is wretched. A creature of pain,
She should inflict and feel nothing else. Yet the fragile
Grip of her hand in his was like a troubleless day,
Brought about merely by the touch of hands.
The memory of life blood slithering down her hands
Made her shiver. Thoughts like that could never be forgotten.
Concerned, he gazes into the blue depths
Of her eyes in question. She shrugs and turns away from the pain
She finds there. Despite all her training and steel bones, she felt fragile.
Pulling free her hand, she runs to escape, begging to forget that day.
He lets her run, understanding, but finds her soon at noon day