Pillow, plush
Shield me - smother me
Pillow which knows my soul
Swallows screams
Will you take them too?
Those emotions which claw?
Scream, “feel”
Cry, “feel”
Laugh, “feel”
Rage, “feel”
I say, “feel”
I try
I delve hands into depths
Reaching for them
Like water, my fingers slip through them
Like nothing -
Emptiness
More they shrink
Further they fall
“But I cannot reach you!”
Can I find them again in the dark?
But what if they drown in my watery touch?
What will happen?
If I let go of what has already slipped from my fingers.