In the infidelity of a moonless,
   revealing night, 
   the blackened world rose, 
   crawling upward the shaking
      ladder. 
Found itself
     boundless
   shapeless
                           loved
    and confused,
    until
    - only seconds left -
    the remainder welcomed
   red linen
    which manufactured perfectly
    putrid memories and, 
    at last, 
          she slept. 

Published by Charlotte Griffiths