The VCR Clock, A Car Alarm's Reach

by Jonah F. · 10/04/2026
Published 10/04/2026 07:14

The quiet in the house

was a thick, wet thing.

I was a small mouse

beneath the bedspring.


Every creak, every sigh

of the old wood floor,

was someone creeping by

the bedroom door.


The VCR, a steady, blue

number. 12:00, then 12:01.

The only true

light until the sun.


Then the shriek. A car alarm.

Down the street, a sudden, raw

sound. My heart, a small harm,

caught in my throat, a flaw.

#anxiety #domestic solitude #nostalgia #urban noise #vulnerability

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