crash&burn.

I had a dream I was touching your skin and was afraid. I was afraid my fingertips were so harsh that your surface would tear. It reminded me of when I was little and my aunt would keep tadpoles until they were frogs, and when they had just changed she said I could not touch them because their skin would rip. I think it was your cheek I was touching, trembling because you seemed like a flower wilting in the heat, and I didn't want to shake off your petals.