Craving Touch

I miss human touch that didn’t hurt me. I CRAVE touch, I long for hugs, for sweet kisses. But it all hurts so bad. 

A brush against my arm creates a shock so hard I recoil. A tender embrace nearly brings me to tears. 

I do it anyway, for what is life without the comfort of human touch, but what would it be like if it didn’t make me flinch? I can’t even remember it. The comfort of being held is under the looming darkness of the pain that it brings.

-Giusiana