I am at peace
crumbling, tumbling through
long inhale, relaxing exhale
everything worth forgetting
it's soft and sticky sweet

daemons at the foot of my bed
cutting little holes in my feet
little windows, so they say
to connect me to the world
through my blood
to root my very being to the soil

and I am at peace

muffled noises escape my mouth
whispering words from somewhere inside
it's scraping... it sounds just like wind
as it's strangling my vocal cords
it's getting harder to breathe

but I am at peace

though I think I wish you were here
with your remarkable self
and it's feverish beauty
right here, in my dreary bed
... instead of me

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