I feel her reading over

my shoulder.

Her hands rest on top

of my head.

She likes touching.

 

She reaches around me and scrolls

up.

My confession reflects in her eyes.

Her bubblegum lips form

words.

It doesn’t matter what they say. Her voice

drifts.

Lull me to sleep, Miss Lullaby.

Poetry

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