Embedded

Novadose

I've been sleeping lower 

And lower down my bed.

 

I'll lay momentarily

On a busy day

Adjusting them,

 

A certain way 

 

But when I rest my head at night,

Theres no reason to move them.

 

Ive been sleeping lower and lower across my bed.

 

Those breif seconds,

Embedded 

Those moments

Lingering on the cotton

 

I died inside that today.

Is this the rotting?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Novadose (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 10th, 2018 02:15
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 8


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