She shuddered,
At the memory of his touch,
Not out of excitement,
But repulsion.
He had taken her whole,
And left her broken,
Shattered,
Hollow.

Like a leech,
He had sucked her dry,
Leaving nothing but emptiness.
Now she could not remember,
How it felt to have butterflies,
To feel happy,
Truly happy.

It wasn't that she couldn't cry,
But that her tears were spent.
It...