Poem -

He.

Dead body 
sparking mind
my eyes fixed on the passing time 
1 minute, 2 hours, my third night 
he sits besides me, on me, in me
my chest is tight
My nightime lover 
my long term partner
my reasoning to wake 
my always and forever 
The guard of sound sleep 
sleep.
but HE is here 
and I am weak
my body is his
for when he wishes to take 
He chooses when I sleep 
If I'll ever wake

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