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October 8, 2013 / austreberto

b.r.i.p. (bed rest in peace)

b.r.i.p. (bed rest in peace)

 

i had awoken to not a single thing disturbed

 

stillness

 

everything was exactly where i had left it from the night before

 

the sheets weren’t kicked off

 

the pillows stayed put

(one underneath my head

while i cuddled the other)

 

it was a war zone most mornings

(i love the smell of napalm and morning breath in the morning)

 

but the battlefield looked more like a field

 

just a field

 

untouched

while i laid in the middle

counting the sheep-like clouds as they slowly scooted by

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