Her body is awake but her emotions are tucked in tight
the warmth of the pillow that surrounds her heart
is nothing more than the mere fists of the one she loves,
tugging at her body's night-light to help illuminate the pain.
She struggles to save herself from the nightmare she calls her life.
And she sleeps away the pain...
She reaches for a comforter to help heat her heart but the fabric of his being has no texture.
The sheet of hell that has covered her head has placed a bearing on her soul.
To the point of no return she finds herself.
