Beddings
The madness begins...Calling you into its enveloping fold.
The hot rush of blood comes in contact with the cold surface of the empty bed.
For a moment the sheets are covered in warm splendor.
A bed slept in with futile dreams is better;
Than a bed slept in void of fantasy.
How long will this nourishing cocoon last?
A week
A night
An instant?
The madness of being crushed by soft feather pillows
Make each imagined slumber worthwhile.
And when I awake,
I find the other end of the bed,
Empty.
Again.
posted by SmellMyKnee @ 10:35 AM
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