There's no border

here, just a

melding.  You sneak in

past the glaciating wind

past my frost covered door

past my ambiguous doubt

past my sleeping immediate relatives

and you lay with me,

you harshen my silk sheets,

my soft skin,

my innocent mind.

Oh, the weight I feel,

when I waken with

a desire not to shower

a desire not to be normal today,

or any other day in the future

to stay here and

let you manipulate my mind

until I am a void of guilt and pain,

trying to stay dreaming

in reality.

The End

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