The stories a mattress can hold in its ribs
So easily tearing a finely cut jib
The horror humanity looses in darkness
The tales it could spin about shame and of starkness
The tears it has soaked in its pillowy skin
The motions of those who have worn it so thin
Twilight declarations made ugly by morning
The sunken in phantoms of bodies forlorning
The shame one has felt when the light has been snuffed
The quilt and the pillows hide secrets with fluff
Still it cradles us softly in slumbering stasis
Our shelter from life, our bouncy oasis
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