These tainted hands of mine ©

(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.


©Do not copy and edit, or reproduce without permission from the author (Abelia May) and full acknowledgement of the author (Abelia May) and website address

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