An Ode to My Comforter.


A cradling embrace

A comfort space

A warm hug


The night of cotton

The understanding we crave

The positive fluff


Stitched and sewn

Faded black and charcoal grey

Lays and lazy


Every morning I regret I had to leave

Every evening I rejoice to see her again

Every snuggle smells of home



My thick blanket

My darling comforter

My castoff love


If you look at her, I will growl

If you touch her, I will smack your wrist

If you want her, you will have to pry her from my cold dead hands

My comforter is life.


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