My bed has sharp canines, and it has a strong jaw.
It wraps its mouth around my weakened claws,
Reminding me through loud growls and moans
That all I have is myself, and myself alone.
My sheets have a poisonous touch, and it numbs me.
Before I know it, the fabric hits me like morphine.
I cannot move, so I just wait until it passes,
And the chemicals break my fogged up glasses.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 