Beneath slick sheets

Another beautiful poem by poet Ellie Hastings, also known as “inspiration”

by Ellie Hastings

Beneath slick sheets his bones have begun to fray. 
Deep lies decay, thick as kudzu, the foreign seed 
that smothers. The tenebrous earth awaits the blood. 
To what end? The pain hums against his sleep. 
Do you hear it through the walls? 
Once you were small, and he was sturdy. 
Your softest whimpers could in a moment unbolt him 
from his bed. Now you keep his vigil in the lamplight 
and count the hours with half-smoked cigarettes. 
The right words and the regrets are tangled like briars 
on the banks of dark waters that seep past our end. 
Wine in your forgotten glass long since gone sour.

© 2004 Ellie Hastings. All Rights Reserved. Reprinted by permission.

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