by Valtie

Created on: June 20, 2008

Her Bed Song

Wrestling with her sheets, like thoughts
wrapped around her worn and swollen body
exposed.
Exhausted
She musters a smile and a bed song.
Words unheard from the footprints on her soul
that inexplicitly rise up
weightlessly floating in the heavy, stale air...
Beautifully fluttering like a butterfly past each
complaint, fear, and regret;
past the hallway lights shining above each door,
beyond the ear of the night-shift staff,
to the garden, just outside her bolted window.
Where it rests for an eternity on the petals of a white antique rose...

(copyright June 19,2008).

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