a bed afloat

once, in the middle of the night
you woke from sleep that didn't give you much rest.
the tossing and turning caused your bed to sway
and made you nauseous from the words
you kept pushing down, the feelings you tried ignoring,
and the comments that digged at your side.
you watched silently as they tried to carve out
your kidneys to make space.

every night after became the same.
you learned to stay balanced
when your bed would start to move.
only after whispering what you couldn't say during the day
would it slowly come to a halt...

while he slept soundly next to you.