Mellow Pillow - Tactile Gemma

They know the art of screaming pillows

Scaring stiff the feathers inside

They have blessed the ones they wanted to curse

And made the pillow muffle more noises

Iron men rusting from inside whis tears

Mellow women with dried — out faces

Thinking of their loneliness together

It does become smaller when shared, doesn’t it?

The drowsy pillow soaked with worries

Longing back to the days of the Ancient pillow wars

Dissect it and the worries

Will blow off whith the downs