When She Sleeps

When she sleeps, her jaw sometimes slacks and her tongue sticks out

And her eyebrows, which are very expressive, rest too.

When she sleeps, she wraps herself so tightly in the solitude of her blankets,

That you think it's the only thing she had.

And when she sleeps, and the sunshine hits her skin in the morning,

She looks like a god damn angel.

Her hair, sprawled across a pillow like writing on a page.

Her eyelashes kissing her cheeks all night,

Hands gripping the sheets, holding on to dear life,

Holding onto rest and sleep and peace.

Her breathing is slow.

You can see her troubles sigh out of her chest;

They've been locked up all day.

It's no wonder she is home.


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