A Talking Pillow

As darkness seeps

Someone in my room awaits me

To swallow away

The pain my lips can't puke but eyes pour out

How was the day? It asks

I am sure hell is much better, I say

For those nasty misters

I am an object of pleasure

Which can't be fulfilled by their better half's

Because deep inside them lies a filthy demon

Who craves to torment the anger on the naives and tender soul's.

My childhood has being torn apart in the pages of my life and replaced by accords of human

trafficking only because the creators of my life wanted to fill their empty stomach's.

As each scary day passes off

The pain seems to be fuming up

My body screams from within

Embracing the white cotton sheets and soft furs

Is the place I succumb completely

And hear the voices from the non living pillow-

“Punch me when you're angry

Hug me when you need love

Narrate me your stories when you have no one to hear you out

And I promise to never leave your side.”