i like those rainbows, she whispers
in his ear, and he
looks up to seven shades of
black and white--beautiful in
monochrome;
in her dreams they toss red roses on
body bags
and watch the thorns rip through
plastic.

he laces his fingers with hers,
watches the smile playing on her lips,
and tucks the blankets tighter around
her sleeping form.
sweet dreams, he whispers
and leaves her with her
favorite nightmare.

there's only static now.