| fare_thee_well_nightmare | ||
| sabbie |
for it is the morn and you are leaving me again silently slipping out of my bed like a secret lover tattering away through the fingers of the dawn the bed is warmer now you have gone i am awake tired but calmer now. the sweat is drying i know tonight. you will come back with chilled and clawed fingers to rake through my brain to pick through my head and to whisper shout and scream again. the bleeding is well-known the terror is, at least, familiar like the room, like the life never is |
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| worth hearing | . | 091223 |