Wind creaking in the attic.
Rain tapping on the sill.
Thunder shakes the floor.
Day like night;
this darkness is nothing.
nothing
to the lightning
in her eyes.
5/14/19
I write things and put them on the Internet.
Wind creaking in the attic.
Rain tapping on the sill.
Thunder shakes the floor.
Day like night;
this darkness is nothing.
nothing
to the lightning
in her eyes.
5/14/19