red light streaming through clenched eyelids against the hell of waking without her

i can feel
her lying close
though the bed
is empty
a pile of pillows
sheets tangled
around my legs
as i squeeze
my eyes shut
against the glare
of the blood red sky
streaming into
the silent sepulcher
of this room
a mist fills
my pounding skull
swirling about
the unrelenting
voices chattering
beams of red
stab viciously
as i curl up
a bag of broken glass
in a thin veneer
of torn epidermis
leaking the best parts
into the rusted springs
of the mattress
swollen with dreams
left half dreamt
in the morning angst
of waking alone
yet clutching her
tight against my
clumsy heart

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