Seven-oh-three thud
by kilo_davi
· 24/03/2026
Published 24/03/2026 15:40
At 7:03 sharp
that door slams—
a heavy thud
that cuts through my morning.
Coffee in hand,
I freeze, startled,
a clumsy punctuation mark
breaking the quiet.
The sound echoes down cracked pavement,
a heartbeat of a building waking,
a reminder of routine
stamped in concrete.
It’s not the noise,
but the exact moment,
sharp and awkward,
like a bruise that wakes me.