The blanket which was used to sleep each day
which covered their ears to block out the noise
that was worn down over years of rough nights
scented like the shadow of them. A musty, stale smell.
the only remnant left of them
the blanket that used to wrap around them winding. suffocating.
but still a safety net to the outdoors
that remained tethered and rotting from tears
the blanket that they would stay under forever
the blanket of their corpse