I've come to fear it.
bed
the bed. my bed. our bed
anxiety pools at my feet as I stand near it
and it encases me as I sink down onto it.
bed
this is the place
where once i had warm comfort
now I am hot sticky and tangled within the blankets
which drag me deeper and deeper into an unconscious black abyss.
bed
the happy bouncy sleeping is wrecked.
kicking nightmares that I can't shake in the day.
yet the day is when I find comfort in sleep... to wake up
in total sunshine.
at night, it comes. I sit alone surrounded by music and cold computer light
in bed
ours, mine, and the