Poetic short stories

Cold

And even as the cold winter passed I couldn't keep warm at the memories of your cold heart.
As the rain pounded on the window, as my screams tore sound in two, you watched me break until you realized it was too late...
I open my mouth, I open my heart, I open up and scream out a broken dream, a broken heart and mind, a crumbled soul... I scream your name.