06-05-2019, 07:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-05-2019, 08:23 PM by RiverNotch.)
In a suburbia of firsts,
my room's on a second
floor. Its window faces west.
Evenings I climb
down stairs my parents
are too old to climb, the sun
burns through even the thickest
curtain as it descends,
shadow swallowing
the eastern door.
The world ends
everywhere
for everyone: the old
and the unproven.
my room's on a second
floor. Its window faces west.
Evenings I climb
down stairs my parents
are too old to climb, the sun
burns through even the thickest
curtain as it descends,
shadow swallowing
the eastern door.
The world ends
everywhere
for everyone: the old
and the unproven.