The Awful Sweetness of Escaping Sweat
The longest night of my life
played out as an etc- a-sketch
porno that shook the bed
until the monsters fled from beneath
into the closet where they turned
their flaming eyes back onto me with pity
we will miss your muffled pillow screams
they whispered and their words slithered
up the walls and casts shadows
across my heaving breasts
as my cries sank into the walls.
Across the sky the moon too turned her back
as the darkness crept quietly closer.