One Hundred and Eighty Minutes

by faintnaomi · 12/12/2025
Published 12/12/2025 19:26

The metal of the hood is ticking.

A small, sharp sound in the dark.

I have been sitting here

since the clock said half-past-eight.


One hundred and eighty minutes

of the white lines going under the car.

The red light on the dash

flipped from fifty-nine to zero.

The silence in the house is waiting

to see if I’ll finally go in.

#anxiety #car #time #waiting

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