Buried in Blankets
On the edge of dreams
Curled in your arms, I am
Warm, I am too warm
Without you, with only the blankets
For comfort
Curled up pressing in.
I want hot chocolate. It is warm like the blankets.
I am curled
Atop the blankets
I miss you
And your warmth
I need not pull myself from within the depths of the blanket, out of the weighted blanket’s grasp
But I cannot move
I am curled
Up
Atop the blankets
Buried in the blankets in my thoughts you are
Buried.
So far from me.
Six feet. Six
Feet under I am buried six feet apart we stand.
I bury into my blankets.
I do not move I cannot move hot chocolate requires that I move to turn on the electric kettle.
Even tea would be nice. Herbal
Caffeine would speed my beating
Overheating heart.
I miss you.
You do not know we are apart.
I’m scared.
If I sleep, will I dream?
I do not need sleep to imagine a future
Without me. You are already
Without me only you
Do not know it and I
Do not want it.
What I cannot imagine dream is you and i
Together
Forever. My weighted blanket holds you down
Holds your heart it is buried
In me and I am buried
In my blankets. In my thoughts.
This is not a spiral so much as a wave
After wave
After wave is there ever a
break? I fear
the calm in between the waves where it all feels good
And nice and
Forever
for that makes the waves scarier, as they each feel new.
I am scared.
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