Pink cotton blanket
By Fiona L
The static coldness
and the ragged silk
wrap around my fingers,
coating them with pink
The clean synthetic smell
evaporates from the cotton
filling my senses
The rough bumps
scrape against my fingertips
the feeling never foreign
The once pink, now faded
the fabric weathering away
torn in half,
ripped into two
time won't change
the memories
with my pink cotton blanket