#268 (pink place)

the night had left

his head full of cotton

stirring in that fuzzy

pink place

before the edges

reappear, making everything

loud, sharp, hard and too real

yet the dream he left behind

lingers, a phantom itch

just above his right temple

a reminder of the softness

he fled too soon

© Matthias Geh, 18th May 2018

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