Stop Drilling
I have lain here 
For months

Bedclothes over my head
The sound of your drill
Invading my dreams
The hole 
Between us 
Getting larger and larger
The draft is unbearable


as you knock down the wall completely.
Is nothing sacred to you?
You peel off the paint
And strip the rest of my walls
naked.
You undo the pieces of puzzle
Brick by brick
You
flood
the corridors
And leave debris behind
I am stranded on this bed
as
furniture
floats
around
me.
You lift up floors
Revealing bones long forgoten
Dirt long pushed under the boards
Emptiness carefully hidden by wool and silk
You remove the ceiling
Exposing me to the brightness above
There is an abyss 
Where firm ground used to be
I am holding onto my blanket
The last thing that is mine
I hoist it as a shield
And I wait for the silence to fall
As you pack your tools
One by one.
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