Of Feathers And Thorns Comments

You sound like you must be an insomniac like me. What is that poem about 'worse things' that gather round your bed and get worse, and worse, worse? This poem reminds me of it.

Interesting imagery here, Amberlee. Maybe I'm reading too much into the poem, but with all the bed imagery, the getting up to take a shower, and especially the sin that is too heavy for the wood of your bed to bear, that sounds like adultery