I touch my heart
with greasy fingers
that smell of walnut oil
I scratch my heart
with chalky fingernails
that leave white traces
I open my heart
with shaky fingers
afraid to make a sound
I close my heart
all sensed numbed
satisfied
that nothing happened
On octpowrimo.com: “Yesterday was all about sight, sound, and scents, today we’re going to explore touch.”
Scatterbrained today. I should focus on work I need to finish. But it’s a school holiday, and combining all the roles I have this week is a challenge. I would really help me if I lived in a house with a soundproof room. Virginia Woolfe was on to something!
Unassorted stories 
Too many types of touch you touched in your write.. I could not think of anything other then this
https://serendipityofdreams.blogspot.com/2020/10/bleeding-earth.html?m=1
I love yours so much! Thanks for sharing it here.
Very visceral, Angela!
Wow – this was fantastic, very powerful. I loved
I open my heart
with shaky fingers
afraid to make a sound
The end leaves me sad – so well done
Angela, this is beautiful and touching. I felt a bit sad at the end, too. Thank you. xoA
Yes, I felt a bit sad too… yet you feel satisfied. Maybe that’s what makes me the saddest. ❤