chilled sheets touch white skin
inner turmoil leaks out
staining cold with fear

washing machines can't
remove the stains of the past
but they can sure try

stains tell the story
of each person's midnight horrors
who says where stains lie?

splattered across sheets
are the stains of my nightmares
strange; they look like tears

who am I kidding?
one night I will cry non-stop
and it will be good

tonight's are good tears
I am so happy to weep
they don't look like stains

my sheets are pretty
scattered patterns lie
they are beautiful

no more stains for me
I see them as beauty marks
on my sleep canvas