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The bed was so large,

It spread underneath my legs

Like an ocean

Growing into a psychedelic space

Of phantasms.

 

Or maybe I was just small.

 

The music was so loud,

I felt my ears thrilling to sounds of silence

On the bed,

And I was rarely alone: I had my solitary reflection,

 

Or maybe I was just weak.

 

When my mum would kiss me goodnight,

I didn't stop reading

Until her screams filled the room,

And so my eyes adopted the dark.

I learned how to read

 

While I was fragile and blind.

 

I held the most important speeches

On the bed,

Since to my dolls I was the elder.

And I was proud I managed

To keep them busy all day.

 

Or maybe I was just lonely.

 

I took the tears so strongly

And flirted with the child in the mirror 

Across the bed,

Until with every hour 

I felt my bones melt into the mattress:

 

I had become an adult.