it only took one night

for her body

to become

a graveyard,

only one touch;

an unwanted touch

tainting her

delicate skin,

clawing

and

mutating it

into a bed of debris.

the light

in her eyes was

stripped that night,

the warmth

in her heart was

squeezed out,

and she was pushed

into the darkness

where

memories of

that wretched night

haunted her

like ghouls.

but even in

that darkness,

she managed to see

a glimmer of light,

a breeze of hope,

and she understood

that even

lifeless graveyards

bear flowers

that still grow.