To Bed With

     I slept with my scarf
Lastnight,
     it felt good
     to go to bed with
that which kept
     a tender, yet secure arm
     wrapped around my shoulders
with a warm touch upon my arm
     guiding loose fingers
     idly interlacing with mine
sharing soft secrets into sleep.

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• Strangled. Stealing oxygen. Anxiety. Panic.
• Bled out. Transference of warmth was the scarf absorbing my  blood as a color-dye. Stealing warmth. Energy leech feeding on happiness.
• Tied up. Restricted & confined from stretching or moving to my best potential.
• Alone. The scarf had unraveled into oblivion during the night, leaving me by myself & vulnerable.

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     I slept with my scarf lastnight.

     I woke up feeling

     nervous & unrested,

     stiff & alone.

But,

     the scarf was still there...

     Because it's a scarf.