Pillows


Pillows
Tousled pillows stroke my battered heart
And hold my forbidden dreams.
Creased where once I lay ,
it reveals me.
I turn away so I don’t feel the past.
Pillows float like clouds and legless sheep,
another manic dream,
I awake, sweating coldly into a pillow.
Pillows, suffocating infant faces,
a silent killer, I weep.
Pillows, you solemnly nod.
I dream of pillows whilst I sleep.
And these shrouds of cotton encase me ,
they lie saturated with my tears,
burying my midnight secrets.
You look , you can never imagine.
For all you see is pillows.


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