i stir
wrangled in the bed sheets
sweat caked like sweet teacakes
heart pounding
i turn
but you're not there.
i breathe
a racing breath
looking for you
but you're not there
i ask myself
if sanity will ever return
you sleep
in a wistful world
cradled in
mahogany and satin
underneath a barren
and raw earth
why can not i ever grasp
if it is i or you
living in a wicked hell
