Queer

Tear stained sheets fall from the
Bed as you shift right to left.
The nightmares return with a
Fearful vengeance,convincing another
Lie to uproot.
Bitter yet sweet,never fit to
Your extent.
Playing under the covers with others,
Never knowing what to scream.
Enough wouldn't be enough,with the
Unsatisfying stinge of truth on your
Tongue