Many Hands

Many Hands
by Keaton Foster



Many
Hands
Touching
Grabbing
Not asking
Taking
Raping
Youth
To be gone
Forcefully
Removed
Oral
Orifices
Anal
Crevasses
Just holes
To be plugged
To be stuffed
Whispers of love
When there is none
Hatred
For hatreds sake
Just because
Many
Hands
Sexual
In nature
Rational
In character
Touching
Reaching
Without asking
Molesting
Removing
A soul
An instance
At a time
Do you
Could ever
Understand
How large
Immense
A soul is
Or once was
Many
Hands
Now
They are gone
And I
Am most alone
Broken inside
Torn outside
Ripped
From life
Raped of living
Fearing such
An existence
While living it
Struggling
Doubling
Over in pain
When none
Is currently present
It is just in remembrance
My inability to forget
That which is
Most unforgettable…



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