childhood bedtime-
woven intermingled memories
legs around me, surrounding me

sheets, flowered and clean,
a prison of the mind
tortured by snores and more

homeward my heart would lead
followed in time by my mind
and eventually my body
how though you didn’t see

the damage that your snuggles
did to me

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