Nesting Doll
sinking deep into the hand stitched quilt
vanishing
slipping through the sheets
through the floorboards
down into a fabric coffin
created by your barbed fingers 
tangled in grease slick strands of hair 
spider webbed across my cheeks
the skin bright pink as I smother myself 
holding my breath when I see your shadow
the long darkness creeping under the small gap 
slithering along the floor from the illuminated hallway
my eyelids flutter 
but small movement does not draw your intoxicated gaze
remaining still and silent is my only way out
keep pretending deeper and deeper within the layers
the dreaming corpse you keep tucked safely away.