envenomed

I envy the gold-tipped fingers that caress another's sides.

Mine are coated with poison

that comes in the form of a mother's rage.

Melting my skin raw and 

leaving tainted bones in the wake

 

Where should i place these hands of mine?

They have gone far too long unheld.

That is not bitterness in my voice,

it is my mother's envenomed love.