Touch

Touch

I knew exactly where it was hiding

beneath my sternum

 longing to reach inside

fingers searching for the center of the wound

I wanted to press into the ache

until it radiated throughout my entire body

begging to see the poison

some confirmation of damage

I remembered playing my bones

like an instrument in the darkness

my fingertips dipping into the hollowness

I knew exactly where it should have been

but there was nothing to soothe

Now, buried underneath this flesh

breathing its own breath

alive

I still cannot capture

this pain

Angela Minard 2015©