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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