Under Blankets

my skull unhinged

my brain spread over dirty mattresses

could I walk away

leave it all in the night and never return

{my thoughts warm under blankets}

 

would I miss my mind if I left it behind

tucked in to bed a pillow for my head

and a teddy bear for comfort

would I join the ranks of the emotionally bland

{my thoughts warm under blankets}

 

 

copyright January 2016

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