Bedtime

Poetry by adelinefecker

I cannot tell you about the feeling of joy

Or the flavor of romance

For I have only tasted them briefly

All the details are hazy

I can tell you about the taste of tears

Or the sound of adrenaline’s fast drumbeat

For they are my bedtime story

They are burned onto me

I can tell you explicitly about the touch of hopelessness

Or the caress of loneliness

They close my eyes to sleep

After every story