Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Jun 2012 Bri Neves
Jordon Jones
Phantom kisses from
Imaginary lips
Ghostly fingers
Running across my hips
Chilled play-pretend
Tickles across my skin
The throbbing of my heart
Killing me from within
Warm and solid
Yet all in my head
Feeling alive
In a world of the dead

— The End —