Sleep On It

In the seething darkness
Balanced now we lie
Back to back teetering
On the edge of do or die
This yawning void so cumbersome
That each can feel inside
Scattered across the empty sheets
Remnants of our perverted pride
Our pillows tucked in tight
Like some bastion of defence
Only fitful sleep to follow
Misplaced defiance and pretence
You to me and you again
Each juggles with the blame
But this million miles of guilt
Lies between myself and shame
Heaving sighs through clenched teeth
Perverse prelude to conversation
Yet neither speaks for fear of losing
In shadowed silence of desperation
So this cold chasm of conflict
Separates our mortal flesh
Praying dawn will find a reason
For us to start afresh.

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