rotting comfort
we lie together
him and me
in a bed made of
rotting comfort
the pillows
are bundles of
twigs and leaves
that drag my hair
the quilt is
piles of moss
knitted together
with desperate pleasure
with desperate pleasure
knitted together
piles of moss
the quilt
drags my hair
twigs and leaves
are bundles of
pillows
in rotting comfort
our bed is made
we lie together
him and me