The crash in the end would be silent
Painfully clinging to my sheets
Soaking my pillowcase
My eyes remain shut.
He seeps into my bedroom
Slithering through the cracks
Soaking into everything
The walls
The bed
My hair
The books
Floating straight into my lungs
poison
Awakened by my door
opening
Saved
cold
warm dreams
Never realizing how close
the pearly white was
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