walking with a start,
i clutched the sheets
for comfort.like snakes
the fabric coiled
around me.i couldn't move
from fear.these sheets i lay in,
you laid here too.i called your name
into them.your bare back
touched them.we whispered
sweet nothings
into the pillows.you poured
your spirit
into me here.i have slept
on them for months.they haunt me.
they taunt me.it's 3 am.
i yank them off.
with blades,
I cut into the silk,
strips and piles form.I stuff it all away
—even the pillow cases.i toss it all out
the window.my sheets,
with your name
embroidered into
the woven strings,
cannot suffocate me
anymore.i lay here now
without bedding.i don't need
our lies to comfort me.so, i sleep bare.
courage is all i need.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poésiemy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.