The coldness.

She moved through rooms,
walls never stopping
drifting through
observing the habitants.

The coldness
was an indication
she was near.
The thermostats at war
clicking higher
and at the same time
each night
the wailing intensified.

As the sage burned
the habitants called out
asking once again
why she was stuck?
Why she chose to stay behind?

Decades past
faces had changed
and the memories
slowly losing their intensity
only the emotions lingered
no longer could she remember why.

An apparition of pain and anguish
without recollection of the events
because she died
before she could let go
of the pain inside herself
unlike those that inflicted it.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina


Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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