A Blonde Prisoner
By: Kylie Keppler
Pillow and sheets swirl around me
As a blinder of smoke, a disguise
It silences me like a gag of pretty black fabric
Labeling me less than a pile of bones
With nothing left to whisper, nothing at all
The exposure is false, the light is too dim
This picture is broken and cutting my skin
The bad dreams live inside my mind
To bully and bloody my fragile thoughts
I toss and turn within my cloth prison
Until the morning light recaptures the evil dreams
Forcing them to buzz around my head
As I drink a slow cup of coffee
And eat a bowl of cereal and bananas
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