May 25, 2009
By Anonymous

When you lay your head down tonight
when you close your eyes
twist and turn
and shove your problems
through the old mattress
and the creaking bed springs
through the hard wood floor
and down to the dark cellar
will I fall and slip through the cracks?
or will I stay?
to pry at the corners
of your belittled mind.
I bet you send my falling again
just like how you threw me
to the floor
to keep me down
and placed a neat box
around my shaking body
forever closing
a once open door.
But have you discovered your mistake?
I am still alive, love.
I am still beneath you.
I’m not dead.
My heart is beating
so hard
and so loud.

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