Nightmares have a face
That breathes hot restlessness
Under my blankets.
When my eyes are squeezed shut
Trying to get that last dream
Out of this bed.
The one that I always have,
Falling through the ceiling and
Into bed with you.
The one that I always have,
Where I'm shaking you harder
Than I'm shaking myself,
But you aren't waking up.
Nightmares have a face.
It's you and you aren't breathing at all.