Bed of Blades

Soft but sharp

The loss of unseen ground

The fallen whims of the living

Unbroken and upright

An invitation to surrender

Into a flinching embrace

The fabricated unawares

Of accosting pests

Makeshift bedding

Lost, lush decorations

of many colored leaves

Sunk and crushed

By unconscious feats

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