I awaken and she's bleeding.
43...42.. she punches her ticket.
41...40 Dont curse me death!
                 Convince me I'm sleeping.

My hand touches her back,
She bolts for the door.
My fists clench perfume
Expression and pride, collidewiththe
                                           floor.

I emerge from my home,
Dislodged like a stranger.
Confused and displaced; A break!
Her silhouette betrays her.

She loves unicorns,
but what is this before me!
This creature stands over
On all fours, the beast feeds...

Heaven! Heaven if you're at my door
I will answer!  ....
She offers it her hand as red pours over.
All white stains dark; a puddle left over.

I pick up a spear and take charge!
The only white I meet,
         within her approaching eyes.

She wraps her arms around
Pleading for its well being.
The beast retreats,
I turn to the bleeding...

Why protect it?
What's left of this?
A boy and his stick...
I awaken again.

Nothings changed from this bed.
The morning's her first daily visit.
An ember surrounds her in smoke.
I punch the alarm,
                    She punches her ticket.

39....38....

It's just a first; it's just a second.
Take one more minute; light one more habit