I felt a hand upon my cheek <br />Shaking, though, it seemed <br />So i placed my own upon its back, <br />held it still, <br />but warmth it lacked <br /> <br />I rubbed it slowly <br />and so it warmed <br />I pulled away, for the heat, <br />it burned <br />The hand began to move again, <br />the shaking had returned <br /> <br />It made its way down to my throat, <br />resting upon my heart <br />as its grasp grew tighter, <br />my breath did stop <br />but i dared not touch again <br /> <br />The fingernails pricked, <br />my skin was scratched, <br />my mind was going numb <br />I bit my lip <br />and gasped once more <br />as blood had laced my tongue <br /> <br />My sight did blur <br />my pulse, it slowed <br />as i begged a silent 'stop' <br />As i fought away the feeling, <br />the feeling of giving up<br /><br />Olivia Jade<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hand-2/
