Expletive Implosion

An unrelenting headache

To a horrible nights sleep

She needs to put the hammer

To his lingering shadow

On Her Bed.            

She chainsmokes the leering memory

Of the sound of his breaths.

Stifled screams rattle

The mascara-stained pillow

She clutches to her chest each night

Remembering him.

Sometimes feeling is better than numb.

Sometimes it is.

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