and I lay my back to the cold night
beyond the cotton material
dressing my bed as if it was attending
a royal ball.

soft white pillows were stained
with tears only to capture the
vessels of human emotion not
caught by the sailor whose ship
never sailed.

hoping to escape into the warmth
of solitude between each layer
of linen was only disguised as
darkness that lost it’s desire.

only to see the faint ray of light
illuminating the room with
its piercing red feelings

at 3:32 a.m.  I just wish I was
sleeping.