This piece is written for day 6 of NaPoWriMo.
©2023 michael raven
i spent the night under a black hoodie glad for the blind darkness wrapped around my head there were revelations: all fading with each morning breath taken but i am too tired of thinking to resurrect where did thinking ever get me anyway?
2 thoughts on “under the night”
Slips away until we find it again and again.
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Until it sticks….