Darkness entrenches her
The ghost like fog wraps around
Her body like a quilt

But this fog is nothing like a quilt.

Sure, its solid like a quilt,
Heavy like a quilt.

But that's just a simile
Used for imagery.

The darkness
And the fog,
The coldness
The emptiness.

Where is the warmth of a quilt?
How did she get into a place
Like this, with no sun, no protection,
And low visibility?

Only deep inside of her brain lies the answer.
But can she find it?