The pillow

Looking out 

the window pane

swelling thoughts,

despair and pain. 

She thought: 

she thought she learned that

she might accept

the soul that she thought

she had sneakily swept 

below the sheets. 

She knew, 

she thought,

that soul

so well kept

would lay comfortably

while she slept. 

For fact!, she thought.

She knew, she thought, 

that soul she kept

would hardly budge

where she wept. 

However,

that soul,

that she, indeed, did sweep,

instead, secretly, did creep. 

She found

that soul,

that she thought that she did

so well to silently keep

quiet underneath 

her bed,

was actually screaming

beneath her head.