Dried lips crack

into a painful smile

as skin becomes

rigid like winter’s air

 

fingertips scrape

on split cobble stone

with broken glass

piercing bare feet

 

hair drenched

in ice cold sweat

shivered to the bone

with deathly silence

 

I thought it was a dream,

yet you truly existed.

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Sometimes, I like creepy poems. My sister told me about an experience she had with sleep paralysis. It was beautifully terrifying.

 

 

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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.