The pillowcases and sheets
scalped from the bed.
The mattress turned over
your last impression
sucked by the earth
through to its core.
Beds are such intimate spaces and bed linen is the shroud to these secrets of sadness, joy and contentment. When the moment has passed, the residue is washed out by soap and dried away, perhaps by the sun if pegged up on a washing line.
And then it is time for a new start with clean sheets.
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