Goodnight, Yesterday by Nichole Johnson

Goodnight, Yesterday

Nichole Johnson

I thought
My heart might die loudly–
Thunder cracking,
Lightening
Grinding stone to sand.

But–

It is quiet.

It withers
In my ribcage,
Like a heavy fog–
The last breath
Of midnight
Softly tiptoeing
Towards dawn.

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