With my head on the pillow
I heard my heart beat, loud,
too loud, in the void
still warm from you
lulled by rhythm
of that glorious red
fountain of my being
I drifted forward, bold,
towards the dark
when the yearning, the reality,
that treacherous collaboration
took hold
and woke me from the nightmare
of being feasted on, while alive.
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Collaborate
A Shared Space 