This Morning/
Yawned upon waking.
No alarm.
Just me and a nod to the daylight spilling in.
What felt like a clean sheet was abruptly stained with a dot of ink - my dream - along each absorbing thread.
This feeling - I can't shake it.
You are an invasion.
I'm a hostage as it spreads across this bed like a gun to the head of the progress I've made.
I speak and see the words leave my mouth
I reach out and pull them back
I think and see the thoughts spill out
I catch them and pull them back
It would be a crushing weight
to wonder
where you are now. if you wonder too.
I would never move from under it.
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