New starust slicks the shingles
On the ancient roof of the shed
Where a couple of souls lie to clean
Their greying teenage bodies.
The streetlight turns off at
Half past ten,
And all the parents shut their
Lights out
The night goes about its business with the teens
Carefully tucked in its pockets.
Posted in response to the challenge Stars.
I see someone that I wish I looked like and I hope she is living a perfect life with the right body and doesn’t have to stay up as late as I do in order to feel things and doesn’t even know about me or what I do while I wait for things t
every time the
re is uncertain
ty in my life, i
am extremely
calm, because
i know that w
hen it is resol
ved, i will feel h
appy or sad and
either way, i will
After dusk, we become paranoid. Our brains, primed for hyperactive pattern seeking by millennia of evolution, can't help but tell us that that noise downstairs was an intruder, or maybe even something worse...
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