• Poem: Closer

    The dotted line appeared in the morning light. It stayed for a while, growing thicker. A little burden to me. The dotted line appeared when night arrived. It morphed into a red splat. An intrusion into my room with intentions. Keeping still and watching me. Feeling too reserved to be a comfort. It moved when

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