Layers of Blankets

I can never escape the cold now.
I burrow deep to hide from it's cold, harsh grasp,
but still I feel it toying with my skin...
Ever since that night,
he comes beckoning to me,
calling my name in sinister voices,
my only refuge being the cloths above me...
As I cuddle I feel the warm embrace
once yours
now no longer
and I weep from the longing...
I'll never be warm again.
As long as I lay alone,
I'll shiver in my misery...

The End

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