She Slept

On By Robin DaltonIn Poetry

She held the book

tightly closed

pressed firmly

against her
naked breasts

She whispered
the strange words

just like he taught her

And felt the cold
seep into her heart
stopping blood
stopping time

For one night
she slept

like the dead

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