A fetish for throw blankets
something soft and warm
to cover cold dreams
Velvet cushions hold the weight
of unformed plans
like coins slipping through the murky waters
of an anti-wishing well
Silky gowns of night
become daywear
Who wants to take off comfort
Why leave when the only things out there
are all that you have not become
November 6, 2024
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 6 of 30 NaNoWriMo2024
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