Jun 2020
The cotton of tender sleep
stings as it is pulled from my eyelids
warm, dry breath,
my head hurts, looking to the ceiling
she's in my room.
Mother.
She couldn't sleep again.
stings as it is pulled from my eyelids
warm, dry breath,
my head hurts, looking to the ceiling
she's in my room.
Mother.
She couldn't sleep again.
