NaPoWriMo, Day Thirteen, Poem Eleven

Hideaway

One hour 

empty room

time stopped

no timestamped

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.