The 6 Pillow Sleepers
By Emma B
Small, like a mouse being spied on
by a hawk from above.
Taste, of an elderly woman who wound
the thread around their torso.
Feel, of sandpaper & soggy cardboard,
with loose threads lifting at your nails.
Smells, first like the dreams been waiting
to burst through the opening of the bag.
Made, to banish nightmares from your
unconscious head as they are plopped under your
pillow.
Little, creations of colour piled into three
centimetres of wire.
Six Mexican Worry Dolls with tiny
heads & big imaginations.