"It is impossible to relax before she sleeps,
Until she grows at ease in her mortal hell."
"Pillow Talk" is a poetry collection that touches upon various topics, chosen through word prompts from the @poetreehouse-- jumping in to the "In the Tree A...
Amongst untamed thoughts, she turns, The linen sheets slowly caging her. Poisson from her head keeping her up, her thoughts brought to a netherworld.
The warm heavy air, the alluring voices, Memories of words unsaid and old agonies. There is not a soul there to hold her hand, In the black hole, she is falling and falling.
It is impossible to relax before she sleeps, Until she grows at ease in her mortal hell.
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