Skeletons In Her Closet

Pillow

If I would be a non-living thing what would I be?

This made me think.

Drowned by my thoughts,

I came up with an answer.

A pillow, I choose.

I can be a double-edged knife,

But I choose not to.

Perhaps pillows tend to wipe,

To wipe and cover all those tears and fears,

Those silent cries,

Those muffled screams,

That no one ever dared to.

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