Black Touch

[faeriedustings]

You see something, and it grows
it is green and healty,
Beautiful.
You are afraid.
Afraid to want it,
to touch it.
You fear that you will marr the perfection,
mess the beauty,
Make it only pretty.
But you give in,
You touch it,
And it withers,
Dies.
It is black.
You have the Blacktouch.