Unrequited

Mostly an excuse to share some fun poetry prompts

Photo by Gaelle Marcel on Unsplash

The sky feels heavy and
my head feels heavy and
my chest feels heavy and
I can’t exactly breathe so
I retreat to my cozy bed
and fall asleep.
While I am sleeping, my bed
wakes up.

To be honest, she hates me:
I am heavy and sad and
my elbows poke her in the ribs.
She bucks and rolls and spits;
I don’t sleep well, but
I think it’s because my body
is too difficult and too broken
to find comfort. I’ve never loved
my body, but I do love
my bed.

I snuggle deeply into her quilted folds:
she sighs, harrumphs, grumbles,
tosses me and turns me.
How frustrating for her
that I never read her signals;
that I just keep coming back
for more.

An errant foot catches
on a gash in my bottom sheet and
now I am an animal caught in a…