SMOTHER ME

Do you know what it smells like to die?  It smells like me 
  

My pillow is a fluffy thing 
without it-I can hardly sleep 
  
I snuggle up-my sweet dreams near 
Mind of it's own it has- I fear 
  
My pillows such a harmless thing 
Moves of it's own accord- it seems 
  
And then-my pillow talks to me 
It holds me down- I'm struggling 
  
My hot wet breath fills up my nose 
It smells like me when I explode 
  
Fireworks go off in my eyes 
then fade to black as- eye sight dies 
  
With burning lungs- I pummel death 
legs kicking hard- cloth steals my breath 
  
And with it takes my worst and best 
So ends my Ballet dance with death 
  
Oh I know how it smells to die 
It smells like me- I say goodbye 
  
Then as my pillow gathers strength 
I hear it's laughing voice I think 
  
My movements stop-deaths not so bad 
Till pillow laughing-sounds like DAD 
  
LAST THOUGHT    LAST THOUGHT          LIFE UNFAIR 
  
  
DADS DONE     RESTS IN EASY CHAIR

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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