Handprint

Breath fogged glass, it’s so

cold outside,

a bone chilling breeze, only

I can feel.

The tremors have started

again, shaking this world,

when the shivers stop,

and the world’s back to

normal speed, I’m now just

a handprint on the window,

a portal between worlds,

where you’re looking in,

and I’m looking out,

but you can’t see me,

all I’ll ever be is a faded

handprint in the back

of your mind, reminding you

of all the times you’ve

left somebody hanging,

that handprint on the

inside of the closet you

refuse to leave,

the bloody reminder of the

dreams you’ve killed,

of the people you let

down.

All that I can ever

hope to be, will

not be lost, everything

you’ve done to me,

will not be done unto

others, when you unleash

your inner beast,

then I’ll be that fist

that hurts, stuck in

the small of your back,

the smack in the back

of your head,

when you think you’re

high, I swear I’ll be

there, to make your

darkest hours even darker,

to kill the light in

your eyes, if you

dare hurt her again,

I’ll be the knife to

your throat and the

acid welling up from

your throat and

pouring from your

eyes.

~Kaitlin Platti~