Fighting Pillows

Pillows tossed, covers turned.
Books scattered across the blue clad mattress.
Quilted Irish Chain crisscrosses her pale naked frame.
Scars slash flesh in white spots and stripe

Nestled, she slumbers upon a field of hallucinations.
Snatches of reality twirl with violent visions.
The past revisited – mystified by a dreamy veil.

King-sized and meant for multiples, yet she wakes alone.
Stroking the solitude next to her,
Floundering, she finds a beckoning sketchbook.
Words rip the page recapturing forgotten memories.