This bed I lay upon reaches its hands up through
the mattress and ties the muscles in my back as if
they were laces in a shoe. Ones to be laces and
unlaced without mercy. This bed I rest my head
upon that once embraced the two of us now holds me
hostage as sheets wrap around my mouth. My legs
and arms unable to move as the sheets wrap secure
around them. This bed that was able to soak up all
of our movements and sweat for so long has turned
it pillows to cold pavement and whispers the mocking
words of “how can you stomach yourself” while lusting
after the tears that fall between the cracks. But with each day,
the knots loosen and the words are silenced as my dreams
of falling fast into my pillow of concrete fades to black.
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