Featherless
Pain is my breath...my only pillow... she sleeps with me she...cries with me!
She controls my dreams...sings in my voice.
She drives my car and washes my dishes ...she's at home in my shower as she blends with my tears.
She nullifies the heat that comes comes from the pipes ..she dances her dance in feverous rhythm.
She sits in all corners...no blanket can cover...no window can free her.
She has my heart...my soul... She is Me!
Lucille Dorothy 11/8/16
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