Yesterday was the first time
In fifteen years
That she didn’t snore as soon as her head
Hit this nailed coffin that we call our bed
I was awake too, waiting for my cue
So I could slowly, silently get up
And slide like a ghost still unaccustomed
To the Ether world
Towards a medical cabinet
Once stinking of gin
Now decorated with little white satchels of moisty
Nothingness
Their backs and fronts seriously type-faced
With titles and declarations
Which allude to contemporary Messiahs
Suddenly arriving to comfort a need
That needn’t be there in the first place
Like that worried look on her face
Borne out of stretched muscles
Violently twitching into a spasm
That is constantly being pushed out
Wildly open, like a mountainside chasm
I would have kissed her goodnight
If I didn’t already feel that my head
Would give way at any minute
Making it true, revealing
Without coyness or humour
That what was once thought
As the stresses of a workplace
Frantically sterile to be worth the time invested
Putting a strain on my momentary reign
By knowledge of it being
Not anymore a rumour
But in reality, a malignant tumor
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