Beneath
Upon the endless careening of
thoughts whirlpooling into my bed,
finding a drain at the center of
the sheets and pouring into the
floorboards that buckle under this weight.
Tell me where your thoughts go at night
if not beneath the bed beside my
monsters hiding from the darkness.
Oh, I really adore this. The image of the bed and drain and monsters and thoughts. You’ve woven an incredibly beautiful image.