KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Succumb
The darkness leaches into the sky
The noise filters outwards
It dissipates with the busyness
Of a suburban street at night
Dishes clank and dinner smells
Devine, no leftovers tonight
TV mutters away
Teenagers entertain themselves
On endless computer games
as I succumb to the night.
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