Ode to my Bed

Your spring-screams that day echoing through the walls made me a victim of rape in all ways and changed everything for me; you of all things. For a while, you were no longer the sandman’s wife or my pasture to count sheep. You transformed into my basinet, the only place where I could weep. Now, you are a place of silken tranquility; A spot where I can now escape. I no longer look at your clouds with hostility, because your embrace now keeps me safe. College life allows me to appreciate you more. I venture home after class and relax. Late night drinks and cute boys; you must think I’m a whore, As your surface changes due to our motion picture impacts. I fall asleep in your dormant plane as you fly me into my dreams. I’ll wake up in the future, away from the past as I stumble out in your comfortable time machine.