He touched me with great care,
I was a porcelain antique ready to break,
Yet I never cracked,
I was unaware that his touch would cause despair.


His grip tightened and I shattered,
My fragile frame crumbled into the Earth,
Yet I remained in love,
In one instant, my life blurred.

I was once told that in seven years,
My whole body will regenerate,
Even in this moment new cells are forming,
And soon,
I will have a body that he never touched,
I will be free of his scent and his touch.

I can finally breathe.
I am finally free.