A sleepless 3:00 a.m.,
her thorny bed of down,
she lies,
just once more.

His heartbeat
no longer next to hers.
No longer creating the steady tempo,
for her eager ears.

Her drowning, bloodshot eyes
give challenge
to the ebb and flow of tumultuous rivers.
Her wish to experience the soft, jade stare
once more.

The bloody pillow
that once smelled of
now envelops her grievances
to grieve-
once more

the injury that sustains,
the scar
which remains.
Her tired, moist hands-
there she lays dying
once more.

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