Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

Dig into the Mattress

It was only yesterday,
When the sun peered onto my breathing body,
And the winds sighed into my face.
Sweet like lilacs,
This awakening.

Then, I  opened my eyes,
Blinked twice.
Hard like snapping fingers.
Between these sheets and me.
Heavy on my waist,
Yet, cool to the touch.

I pull them up around me,
Pressing softly against my lips.
Like you.
Except you are gone.

My freckled shoulders,
My curls resting lightly on my chest.
I am still soft.

Awake with the birds,
The wind.
Each breath, I breathe,
I breathe with hope,

As I stretch my arching back,
Tight like an angry fist.
My heels dig into the mattress.
Upwards and back,
Like an awkward grin.

I smile.
Breathing  lilacs.


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