touch me, i beggged.
winter pulled me deeper
into the ice, dragging
me by the hair and i
couldn't help myself
from asking
tell me who you are
again. please?
she left me
in the cold
and i cried
once she
had dis-
appeared
into the
snow.
YOU ARE READING
below zero
Poetrya short story in verse. the first collection in a series of poetry. winter #1