The touch

He swiftly held her hand and started caressing it softly

Softness of that touch had set her soul ablaze

He then touched her left thigh

And the sea of revulsion within her turned more violent

As he kept feeling her

She kept dying a little more

When his hands were on her waist

She felt as though a dagger was smoothly slicing her marrow

Next he grabbed her tight in his arms

Hollowness conquered her

And each molecule in her body had surrendered to trepidation

She could feel his piercing breath on her neck

The touch of his breath was like a boa’s teeth penetrating gradually in her skin

Suddenly a little pang of valor erupted in her veins

And she shoved him away, she escaped him

She saved her soul from vacating her body

But that gruesome touch will remain intact inside her for eternity