07-27-2019, 01:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-12-2019, 02:06 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,
its blinding heat a sea
swallowing the east.
The world ends
everywhere
for everyone: the old
and the unproven.
second ps: i wouldn't have posted this in the critical fora, but i would still have done critique (as well as posted in potd) had not my laptop gone broke again, dangit
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,
its blinding heat a sea
swallowing the east.
The world ends
everywhere
for everyone: the old
and the unproven.
second ps: i wouldn't have posted this in the critical fora, but i would still have done critique (as well as posted in potd) had not my laptop gone broke again, dangit