as the sky darkens with
the threat of night,
jared finds himself wandering
in an unfamiliar direction.
it dawns on him that
this is the way to where
xayla had said her apartment is,
making him pause mid-stride.
considering the time it's
probably much too late for
an appropriate visit
but curiosity wracks
his body and he can't seem
to help himself from
continuing on. the closer
he gets, the crazier the idea
seems. climbing up the stairs to
the floor her apartment's on,
he thinks about turning around.
instead, he marches on, down the hall, towards number 25.
with a deep breath, he steadies
himself before knocking on the door.
YOU ARE READING
bits&pieces
Poetrybut darling, there are thousands who would kill to be you, despite your bits and pieces ○○○ And here I am, back at it again with the turning faults and flaws into tragic beauties- or so they say. Please let me know what you think! ~lowercase intend...
