Sleepkiller

A Poem by desiher

one word: severe

Stinging, pouring, dying tonight.
You thrash through the pillows with all your might
and you stab at the ashes of the breathless girl that lays by your side
withering in her precious curls.
She's gone and you're sweating,
because this was all your fault.
Punishment too severe for creeping in to your thoughts.