Flames

She remembered the heat of his touch through the thin cotton sheets. Gentle, kind, gauging.
And she remembered the cool metal against her chest, slightly towards the left.
He could hear the beating of her heart- wild, terrified and befuddled
So could she, as she lay stunned by the rippling surge of pleasure that filled her body.

But the moment didn't last.

And nothing could save her from the one that followed.

As the nameless happiness left, in its wake came a jolting realization. The nostalgia for what she'd just lost and what she'd never gain.

He left her ward with his wide back towards her, as she caught a final glimpse of his white coat vanishing behind the door.

He could see her.

She couldn't.

Wouldn't.

Never again will she look in the mirror and smile.

She cried softly, for the girl she'd lost.

For her smooth skin that now remained charred.

She remembered the heat of it's touch- burning, malicious, ravenous.
And she remembered the searing cloth clinging to her face, slightly towards the left.

She sighed, fanning the fire ever more.