04012017

Every morning I wake laid upon the bed, my head on black satin pillow case—eyes fixed on something in the air. Dreams of the night’s eve haunt me. My heart bent on solace or at least an attempt to reach new. The chains of yesterday, the idea of perfection, my imminent demise.

© Kyanna K.

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