Write a poem about x-rays or seeing through layers.
Your Profile on the Pillow
In the wreckage of a dream,
your features stay the same, guiltless,
childlike, soaking through sweat
but what I see in the semi-dark…
banging on the rocks,
pursued by hordes of ghosts,
are thoughts in your head,
a display of scenes, images,
emotions… a classic
masterpiece in half light
darkly dancing
on your face, pinkish,
turned sideways,
your hand clutching the white
of the pillow
like a lullaby.
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