A touch was planted on her body,
not a touch of love
but
a touch of lust.
A touch so bad that it ripped her smile
A touch so sinful that it never slipped her mind!
She looked at herself in the mirror,
and all she saw was the imprint of hands all over her body,
which can never be washed nor forgotten .
Could a single touch ruin a thing ?
-they said
Could a touch always ring a bell ?
-they asked
She looked at them
and
YES, she said
A touch planted without my consent ruined me!
A touch that wary me does ring a bell that still haunts me!
Dealing with it was never so easy
whether it's physically or mentally.






© Delufie