Tears soak the stitches
distorting the smooth texture
on the pillow case.
Wasted memories
fade out the ashen-wood legs
of his fragile bed.
Sewed to every thread
a photo of his elapsed
former self flashes.
Grasped within his hands,
grief inches down the outline
of these perfect sheets.
Haunted by the light
this rippled face carves further
deep into disguise.
A disfigured cloak
veils his character, falling
heavy with torment.
His figure twitches
with the uneasy beating
of his throbbing veins.
Short, dry breaths fight with
the smothering air, causing
him to suffocate.
He rises, watching
the motionless eyes glare from
the cracked picture frame.
The stiffness starting
to pound upon his cold legs
breaking his weak spine.
He carefully guides
the surrounding pieces of glass
into his moist palm.
An overwhelming
sting rushes through his body,
his emotions freed.
Rich, flushed passion drips
down his sleeve dying the dull
edge of his covers.
His lips lift calmly
as he allows his fingers
to fall beside him.
Surrendering, he
allows one more innocent
tear to strike the floor.
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