w e a t h e r

by a. noelle

clipped whites—high-lights—OUT
m-r-r-r-a-a-a-a-w—?! I was working on that!
“I hit ‘save,’ right? Right?!”

an electric saw
winding down, muffled but clear—
the sound of failing

obsidian blade
confronts my nose, more darkness
than behind my lids

#napowrimo #9line


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