The days are getting shorter

Darkness knocks earlier

The nights are longer and colder

The sheets are easily crumbled

Beneath the weight of my body

The pillow taunts an evil whisper

Of loneliness, until I drift away into

A restless and unsettling sleep

Not to have good dreams, but

Nightmares

Clutching the pillow over my

Face

8:53 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013

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