Last night I was a trembling woman who was stirred from sleep because of an awful ache.
I was warm too warm and yet I wrapped a sock around my neck I was cold too cold and yet the tile on the bathroom floor felt so good against my cheek.
I crouched over my slick toilet seat looking at the water squinting and clenching my teeth mumbling some kind of prayer.
I feared I would never get out of the container of pain I pleaded voiceless in the morning in the morning I will be allowed to sleep without the unseen rage and flow.
I sat in the corner against the wall I hugged my knees.
And then I saw you I felt you take me in your arms and brush my hair in a long sweeping motion I felt your soft strokes sliding down my back and around across my belly.
Your eyes knew as you looked down and nodded in understanding releasing me quickly sticking your finger down my throat.
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