The way home is dark.
You'll know it when you see it.
It's in the mirror.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA light buzzing distracts you from whatever you're doing. There is an old, weathered monitor on a table next to you. You could have sworn that it had just *appeared* out of thin air. Out of curiosity, you stare at it for a moment. The screen flicke...
homebound - a haiku last edited in aug. 2024
The way home is dark.
You'll know it when you see it.
It's in the mirror.
