Washing Hands – My Battle with Germaphobia


Smooth palms purged,

Wept for help.

Each smidge of soap burnt like hell.


“One last time”

She cooed to them.

A lie to condemn.


Hands wrestled

Immersed into a waterfall.

Drowning.


“How many times more?”

Epidermis ruptured

A touch like sawdust


“I am sorry…

I can’t help it…

Can’t help it..”


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