Three AM Light
by Tnort
· 15/12/2025
Published 15/12/2025 15:01
The truck grumbled past,
a low roll,
and that was that.
The quiet took its toll.
Eyes open,
the dark not quite
dark enough. Broken
by the digital red light.
The ceiling, a plain sheet,
a slow sway
of branches from the street,
making shapes that don't stay.
Three thirty-one.
A small, dry cough
from the next room. Done.
Just waiting for it to be off.