I am haunted by the

plague of fear
she  brought me

in the cold white wailing winter.

I need a word for the emotions
she  puts in my head but

All I hear are dreams

of her in prickly prom dresses

Telling me to go under

frozen fractured fields

Where ghosts whisper at me to

Grow a backbone.

I know a place to

go run away

but all the letterings

and all the words

could not make me