Thursday, May 5; frostbites

by salmaalmuhannadi

And after I healed my frostbites from 

your cold touch, your

stinging ghost followed

me home. 

A cold-blooded guest that

was not welcomed in my 

household. 

It hummed all night, 

it visited me in my sleep

It crawled in my bed 

and whispered in a deep

voice all the words that 

would make me weep

all night long.