Pillow Child,
count your lies.
Harbingers of death you should bribe
but you will not, you'll hug them tight.
Pillow Child,
tear the mirrors,
bodily nourishment makes you run and hide.
Darkness has now become blinding bright.
Soul's drowned but your head is light.
Burn me alive.
Pillow Child,
sit still, smile like a
Good, little, pretty Bride child.
In "solitude" you lie. It's not a choice if there is no other-
Compulsion.
Pillow Child,
slip and fall-
everyday you trip. taken. Withdrawn withdrawal.
Life isn't a dreamy cruise,
It's made you yet another isolated recluse.
Sleep, SHOO your demons, child.
Don't forget to say
GOODBYE, pillow child.
-Varunika Arulanandan
9-F
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