Entry #42: Despair and Wet Hair (Poem)

Updated: Jan 19, 2021

A ghost walking through locked doors.

Materializing before me in the rain.

Voices muffled by the deafening storm.

Warm drops of water falling through my skin.

Cold hands squeezing mine tightly.

Pulling me in close for an unwanted kiss.

Screams with no sound fill the empty tub.

A ghost vanishing into thin air.

Leaving me with despair and wet hair.

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