You cried, bitterly after each
and every nightmare.
Had me believing
you never dreamed.
Yet sometimes, just as you
succumbed to sleep,
I’d hear you laughing.
The heart is hardly larger
than a fist, beating against
the bleached and bloodless stare
of an innocent pillow case.
What stains, I wonder,
are concealed on the ticking beneath?
and every nightmare.
Had me believing
you never dreamed.
Yet sometimes, just as you
succumbed to sleep,
I’d hear you laughing.
The heart is hardly larger
than a fist, beating against
the bleached and bloodless stare
of an innocent pillow case.
What stains, I wonder,
are concealed on the ticking beneath?
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