Young Writers Society

You cling to my spine,
Warmth inviting
But not like a summer day.
Rather, it's unnatural.
It's scary,
For it's the ghost of you.

Your lips invade my dreams,
soaking my brain like red wine,
Memories bleeding.
Vivid.
Close.
Too close.

Tears prick my eyes as I emerge,
Another horrible night,
And I see the ghost of you.

Hi shayspeare! I'm really happy you decided to jump into NaPo this year! I think you're off to a great start with this poem, and I look forward to seeing what other poems you post in this thread. In this poem, you've got some really vivid physical imagery - "You cling to my spine" especially is such a good opener. I also like your use of short sentence fragments, like "Vivid. Close. Too close."; they add an intense energy to the poem. Good luck with the rest of NaPo!