04-15-2018, 12:11 AM
Bedtime
The sheets are coffin cold,
too tight, and hospital corners
have the cruelty of tourniquets.
Two shadows wait outside
the door, sentinels, eaters
of light. Beneath your bed
the chasm soughs, a silence
crawls to coil around your tongue.
The night smiles, a thousand
wet-black teeth. "No-one
is listening, no-one
will hear you. You are
my delight until the dawn."
The sheets are coffin cold,
too tight, and hospital corners
have the cruelty of tourniquets.
Two shadows wait outside
the door, sentinels, eaters
of light. Beneath your bed
the chasm soughs, a silence
crawls to coil around your tongue.
The night smiles, a thousand
wet-black teeth. "No-one
is listening, no-one
will hear you. You are
my delight until the dawn."