Bed of nails, coffin of truants,

pressure on your back makes you stay.


Bed of roses, scent of petals, black licorice tease,

grows on your nostrils, true hypnotics.


Walls of shadow pretties,

wearing your perfect shade–

glide on seductive spider legs,

infiltrators of eyes and dreams–

leave you sleepless,

you insomnia fool!


Sheets of skin, your animal cravings, sliced from my bodily map,

injure your soul–

conjur the Devil.


Blankets of brain matter, cerebral tempt,

keep you jealous in the summer

and hot in the end.


Pillows carry pockets of contempt,

leave you jerking in the dark–

finalizing your breath…

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