The Pillow

The room is hollow
My breath is breaking me
My Master has gone away
Only The Pillow

The sun has found its way in
My eyes are bleeding
My Master has not returned
The Pillow whispers

The bed hasn’t moved me
My mind wants to leave me
My Master is thinking me
The Pillow growls

The carpet found my feet
My legs are a carnival
My Master can’t forget me
The Pillow starts to scream

The bed breaks my fall
My tears try to burn me
My Master is crying too
The Pillow swallows me

The room is made of feathers
My wings made of flesh
My Master is angry
And returns to find

The Pillow

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