I feel better under the weight
of my covers, a shroud
protecting from all harm
Floating in space
is where I like to go best
This space, this bed,
is my rightful home
Body fuses to cushion
and I can sleep
for eternity if I'd like
Because here, no one disturbs
me, for no one can
I am just "sleeping"
I listen more to the roaring
in my ears, the sticky blood
in my veins: they lull me to sleep.
I don't feel anything in my space
and that is good
Feeling is too costly-
and I cannot afford it.
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