The Hand

She offers her hand

It looks beautiful

White fingers long and pale

A dream

.

I want to reach out

And hold it in mine

I can imagine it now

Soft and cold

.

My hand reaches

I look at her

She is expressionless

And then I start to notice

Her thick black veins

.

Her face

So tantalizing before

I don’t

Know her

Her nails

Caked with who knows what

Her person

Dressed in ragged white

.

Who is this lady?

Why is she offering her hand to me?

I will only know

If….

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