Fear Her
I am haunted by the
plague of fear
she
brought me
in the cold white wailing
winter.
I need a word for the emotions
she
puts in my head but
All I hear are dreams
of her in prickly prom dresses
Telling me to go under
frozen fractured fields
Where ghosts whisper at me to
Grow a backbone.
I know a place to
go run away
but all the letterings
and all the words
could not make me
leave my friend.