Sweet Dreams
Broken neck on my kitchen floor,
choking for breath.
Living body, dead eyes.
Couldn’t heal his misery,
couldn’t take him from it.
Held his light in my palm as it flickered,
whispered sweet dreams.
Breathless lullabies and sorries.
Nature’s a bit*h,
but she doesn’t have to be that hard.
Kept his heart
as his soul moved on.
Hesitant to dig.
What to do.
My hands will come clean;
he has no more chances.
Untimely,
unfortunate:
life.
Copyright © Teagan Taylor | Year Posted 2018
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