Monday, 4 April 2011

Pillow thought

I never want this to end.
You only like me
When I am like this.
And it is not. It is not me you like.
It is my physicality
And the way in which you benefit
From my curse, my shame,
My immorality.

In every sense of the word.

I still never want this to end.
Please, it isn’t such a chore
For you to hold me in your arms
Invade me
Sigh into me
And let my fiction be my saviour.

© Holly Boyden 2011

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