// EVERYONE BECOMES VULNERABLE WHEN THEY SLEEP//

as the rain trickles down

the skin on my bare frame

awaits revival

my cheek falls to the nearest pillow

but first poetry

to soothe into slumber

and as my eye lids draw heavy

the last line becomes my companion

it resonates only to flashback

what once was

and was not

to share in such

sacred space

where fiction filled fantasy

over-shadowed

truth of reality