Whatever your hand touches
dries up and crumbles.
The air you exhale is poison,
acid resides in your mouth.
In your presence is where everything
goes to die.
I wanted to be immune.
I wanted to build resistance.
I wanted to be special.
My love went from being a sin
to being a tragedy.
Don’t forget that my first novel is available on Amazon: Little Rebellion
Also you can get my poetry books: Rehab and Identity crisis