Month: April 2022

• Ghost of You

  You cling to my spine,Warmth invitingBut not like a summer day.Rather, it’s unnatural.It’s scary,For it’s the ghost of you. Your lips invade my dreams,soaking my brain like red wine,Memories bleeding.Vivid.Close.Too close. Tears prick my eyes as I emerge,Another horrible night,And I see the ghost of you.

  shakespearian12

  April 14, 2022

  Poetry, Writing

  free verse, poem, Poetry, Writing