November PAD Chapbook, Day 4 – Empty Sheets
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Between the empty sheets of coziness
sleeps my mind-beast
hungry for comfort
and blood.
Between the wet sheets of sorrow
wiggle my poor expectation skills
struggling to break free
and shake dry.
Between the dark sheets of consciousness
sleeps death
never letting go,
ever waiting
for my faulty little step.
©2013, Mariya Koleva