the nightmares haunt her,
even in her waking hours.
they follow her everywhere,
taunting her with vicious
words and images.
her eyes are hollow and blank,
and her skin is pale
as sweat drips down
her brow.
will the nightmares
ever leave?
YOU ARE READING
sweater weather
Short Story♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.
