my heart storm splits an inky sky

it’s close but kept at broomstick’s length

soaking, cold, i drop through a hole

pull hard tug tight close up shut out

real girl sinks into the pillow

dream girl sinks into sweet warm hay

grumble of the heater starting

sounds like the junky rumbling train

this sleep will change and wake these bones

a promise rolls in on the sea 

i can taste it in the salt air

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Emily is a writer from Manchester, England. Poetry and Ghibli are two of her first loves, her escape routes and her trusty comforts. Twitter @agonyemily