SLAM!

The Gap Between The Beds.

The gap between our beds,
my sisters and mine,
was less than a foot wide
but I would pretend
I'd fallen out onto the floor
so I could hide in the darkness.

Cushions and covers and me
all on the floor,
I was more afraid of being exposed
than I was of the spiders
that passed by my head.

The draught beneath the door
didn't give me the chills
that I got when lying awake in my bed
all through the night.

I hate to admit what chased me under
two old beds and onto a rough carpet
but I felt so much safer in the darkness,
with the light from under the door
telling me when to pull the covers
over my head and hold on tightly.

Some nights I would give anything
for a gap between two beds
but tonight I pull my lover's arms around me
safety in skin, cocooned in covers.

r.l.w


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