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Acid Touch



She rushes to her mothers side.

Scared of his acid touch.

Fear has take over her eyes.

She stares at him,

Not able to break away.

Her mother wraps her arms around the child.

Trying to give her some sense of comfort.

But comfort is found no where.



The man.

The man with the acid touch.

He is comoing closer to her.

She struggles to get away,

But her mother arms are locked tight.

The mother whispers in the childs ear,

'Shh. Do not fear him, he is nothing to fear.'

Tears fall down the childs face.



A pale hand reaches out towards her.

'Quiet child.' The man says.

He strokes a piece of hair out of her face.

Screaming in pain,

The child shakes her head back and forth,

Trying to escape her mothers grasp.

The lock of her mothers arms break.

She fleas.

Watching her run,

The man sits silently.



Mother, sitting, head bowed.

'You've failed me.'

The mans voice has no emotion.

He presses a thumb against her forehead.

She goes limp.



The child is still running.

No where.

Just running from him.

Slowly her speed declines.

She drops to her knees.

Wiping at her still falling tears.

'Mother...' She whimpers softly.



He can smell the child scent.

See her small foot prints in the snow.

The child shifts her body,

Looking at the on coming figure.

'Mother?'

The question is very faint.

'No.'

His answer is only a little louder than her question.

It has no emotion in it.

The child doesnt bother to run this time.

There is no where to run,

And he would not fail to find her again.

Kneeling next to her,

He scoops her up in his arms.

She does not scream.

His acid touch has not touched her skin.

He hums softly,

Oddly,

But not surprisingly,

There is no emotion in it.

A combination of his humming,

The warmth of him,

And the sway that comes with each step,

Makes the child fall asleep.

Peace.

Quiet.

The exact oppisite will be their lives.



By Rebecca