Trickling water
Down my skin
Cold as ice
Breathe it in
Spindly fingers
Wrap around me
Hush me now
Not a sound, see?
Run a nail
Down my cheek
Shut my eyes
Light is bleak
Put me down
Down to bed
Never wake up
Ever again
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365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
