Worry can’t fall asleep tonight,
Wrapped in prickly beads of sweat,
So she resolves to pacing through the dark empty hallways.
***
Vanity turns away from the mirrored reflection
Clothed in faux gold and silver ornaments,
Disturbing the stale perfume settled around her.
***
Insanity jumps out from his hidden niche
Harnessing a straight jacket, and with gnashing teeth
Demands you reconsider; “THIS IS NORMAL.”
***
Love counts down the days until you are home
Peeling off layers of jealousy, fear, loneliness, doubt, and suspicion.
She goes to bed early, just to quicken the wait. 61, 60, 59…
***
Comfort, taking a deep drink of hot chocolate,
Cloaked in a handmade patchwork quilt,
Curls into a reverie of undisturbed memory.
