(There should be a photograph of hands covered in black paint here for the writing prompt but the URL has been removed and I can’t paste the image!)
Tainted are these hands of mine
That touched what eyes have seen
And though there are no lips to tell
The marks and scars run deep.
There is no hiding from the paint
Which we wear upon our skin
Thick and coarse like rhino hide
It blemishes soul within
And those we touch will run from fear
To be marked by demon’s ink
A plague to be passed among the cursed:
A badge of blameless sin.
Those affected should be sent
And sink into the deep,
For sadness and anxiety
No company wants to keep.
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