Don't Touch That!
By Arielle C
I touch it.
I open it.
Roar!
I was gliding around the light air
bright colours gleamed
blueyellowgreen silvergold
A light, mild softness
walloped against my face
it was a handkerchief
Woosh
Everything goes away.
There are some things I remember
there were things I regret and things I forget
The day I was really sad
The day I was really bad
The day I laugh so hard I cried
The day she walked
Down the aisle
And the day she said
Don’t touch that
