Whispers of the Nighttime

February 10, 2009
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In her sleep
she wanders away from the treacherous hands
clawing at her fragile heart
and she dreams
of the magical kingdom
where peace is the protector
and love is the answer

In her sleep
the magical winds wash away
her burning tears
and erase the painful tattoos on her skin

and in her sleep
she escapes
the drunken backhand
the bumbling, insincere apologies

In her sleep
she dances
savoring every moment
and she does not blink
hoping against hope
that morning never comes

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