nightmares.
Mary Coscolluela
i can hear them
whispering sweet nothings into my ear
pushing me under the covers
poking at my pupils until the tears flow
a paragon of desolation
i can hear them
sometimes they sound a lot like you used to
somehow i say
“i love you too”
pushed deeper under the covers
deeper in the crevices of my mind
the place you built a home in
i can hear them
can you hear me screaming?
voice cracking, shaky and shivering
i wonder if they can hear me too
i can hear them
i can hear you
ever since i became friends with the demons inside my head
i’ve been thinking about you
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