Treasure Island

H.J. Shreeve

(26/5/1987 / Hobart, Tasmania)

You Grind Your Teeth When You Sleep


You grind your teeth when sleeping.
Not that it bothers me, but yet I wonder.
Are you angry with me?
Was it something I said?
I am a man easily misunderstood.
Are you dreaming of another man?
Caressing your loins,
kissing your breasts,
I remember how much you used to like that.
Is it your mothers drinking?
Her self destructive ways?
The new husband who hits her?
Something so insignificant has captured my train of thought.
You grind your teeth when you're sleeping,
It bothers me.

Submitted: Saturday, September 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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