She touched it and it was raw,

a straight up, uncomplicated gesture.

He heard something coming from the back door of the toilet,

close to a scratch:

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

The sound was not to one’s liking but neither soulless.

He felt compelled to what he thought was bad taste.

Unrecognisable, but unable to control his curiosity,

he exposed himself to the probable disappointment.