Quiet.
Something waits around the corner.
Beneath the bed, slamming the door.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts 'til Midnight
PoetryTwo-line poems describing every minute from 11:38 PM 'til the death of day, exploring the depth of the human experience and what it means to truly live.
11:40 PM
Quiet.
Something waits around the corner.
Beneath the bed, slamming the door.
