Hey y'all
So first off, I'm sorry I haven't really given my preamble the effort it deserves over the last couple of days. I was attacked by a plague of gnats shaped like the letter X, so I couldn't see clearly to type, but I've been trying really hard to fight them off, so hopefully things can start getting back to normal at some point. I'm not convinced they will, but we can only try, right?
Secondary apologies must apply to recent poems also. I can't concentrate to write anything very jolly right now (it's the gnats, they've chewed me raw). Tonight's poem was supposed to be longer, but nothing sounded right, so maybe it's the right length, just as it is.
Anyway, day 23 go go go!
On Darkness
The
night comes in like a stranger,
fumbling
over our arrangements,
our
routines. There’s a whisper
of
something breaking.
There’s
a rustle in the shadows.
I
look across at you.
Your
face has become a Ferris wheel
turning
slowly away from me.
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