Pretty little dead girl

Wake up naked,
shivering cold in the winter air,
trying to find the fan-switch.

Morning wood,
making it difficult to sleep face down,
buried in the soft contour of my face on the pillow.

Reaching for the blanket,
she pulled off, so slyly,
shivering while she sleeps snug under the covers.

Find a way in,
pressed against her warm naked skin,
as she wraps her arms around me and plants a kiss on my lips.

And I know now,
what I’d love most,
is to fall in love
with this beautiful ghost.

who keeps me warm in these winter nights.

Pretty little dead girl under the stars,
pretty little liar massaging my scars.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar


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