Today at dVerse Quadrille we are asked
to wrote a 44-word poem using the word “touch”.
He cried out,
fingers
instantly blistering,
the tender skin
red and peeling
like
a
scalded
tomato.
Whimpering pitifully,
he went in search
of his
mother,
hoping for
a
gentle
touch.
“Foolish boy.
You were
warned
not to
touch;
now you must
pay
the
price.”
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44 Words
The Rolling Stones, “Play With Fire”
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