Fear and irrationality crawl into bed with me
They tangle their fingers in my hair
Tickle my ribs
And whisper doubts into my ear.

We spoon under the ceiling fan - unbalanced like my thought
While it slices the air and hope

I pull the duvet high under my chin
And touch the misery in my bones
I squeeze my eyes tightly and wait for you to rescue me

But you are far away and you never save me.