Stranger in my bed

February 24, 2010

I leave for work; you’re asleep.

Ten or twelve hours later, I return; you’re asleep.

Night after night, I sit alone with this cursed contraption.

I attempt to sleep in our bed – you wake me up b/c I’m keeping you up.

I sleep on the sofa – you accuse me of avoiding you.

Am I the sole inhabitant of the Isle of Insanity?

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Making nice.

February 23, 2010

Making nice.

King of malice.

Demand your pound of flesh.

Surrounded with flesh to slow the heart-bound journey.

Release.

Escape.