Eyes closed
pretending sleep
Under blankets as heavy as church roof lead
held down by the weight of the world.
Cigarette breath, yellowed teeth, finger to the lips
and harshest repercussions.
Not a word.
Don’t cry.
In the morning smile and say it’s just a dream.
A nightmare born in velvet plush and gold adorned
and echoes batter on the doors
and innocense do steal away.
No shame
No guilt
And ever more to pay.
This was nicely done. Truly.
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❤
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Well, that was dark!
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Its to balance out the frivolous
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Love this
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Thanks muchly luna
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Very good Michael!
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