My frosted fingers,
White as frosting on a wedding cake,
Stroke your stiffened, blue hair
We smile as we land
Fingers frosted over,
You lightly rub it
Air shows as breathing slows
'hey' were ours words
One in One
Frosted fingers touch yours
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
