~can You Please Pass The Megaphone~ Poem by E Nigma

She would wake up in the night
Her words wrapping tight
Around my listening
Coiled and constricting

My hollow flow
I squeeze to let her know
My words are just as empty
As her touch is unforgiving

She rolls over into the darkness
My escape is one short lived
Her hot breath warms my neck
And I'm a prisoner once again

The ticking clock mocks my situation
She's a tiny mumbling sensation
The bear hugs are her specialty
But I don't have time for love