NaPoWriMo, Day Thirteen, Poem Eleven
Hideaway
One hour
empty room
time stopped
halt curtains
punch-in lift
so neighbors
can watchdog
while home
from work
not just go
upstairs to die
moratorium on
fretful deaths
regrets passed
under tables
nobody floats
after forty
freefall
is not free.
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