A Sorta Fairytale by Tori Amos

dreaming

restless night:

a thousand phantom chirps
and

here i am,
three a.m.,

wide awake
inside flowers
on my pillow

beside nowhere.

i open the window.
things are much

 too quiet.

faster (slower)
than you think

there is just
one thing

(i lack one thing)

it always works
to make
the pumpkin matter

but
i'm not vain
enough to try it.

he's quiet.

out there, in the night.
so

i roll over.
on my side.
i pick my

heart up in my hands
and

throw it back to you...