Imagine embellishing the bed
you were too amnesic to make,
only to dim the sheets
until you couldn't bleed
anymore salty words.
The only touch is the air upon skin
which would at no time care
to wake you up with a kiss.
Imagine dying before falling asleep,
each and every night.
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Bethany Louise Rose
1st September 2015
@ 2:12 am
