It is cold in my mind and in my bed. The shadow of you lingers like a coffin. I crawl into it and dream of a life I will never own. I wake only to the hell I have been taught I deserve.

About the Poet:
A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has published 27 collections and chapbooks of poetry. In addition, she has published her work in numerous national and international literary journals. She is currently the editor for Kind of a Hurricane Press literary journals ( www.kindofahurricanepress.com ).
I know that bed; I’ve slept there (if you can call that sleeping). Thanks.
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