Ode of Tenebrosity
Feb 28, 2021
At 11 PM
a man beamed down and
popped a question
‘how was your day?’
I could feel the goose bumps
upon my skin
I squeezed my eyes shut
At 11.11 PM
I heard his deep voice
again
popped the same question
‘how was your day?’
I ran out of breath
and could not answer
that question
I trapped myself in silence
and went to the slumberland
