Goodnight, Yesterday by Nichole Johnson
Goodnight, YesterdayNichole JohnsonI thoughtMy heart might die loudly–Thunder cracking,LighteningGrinding stone to sand.But–It is quiet.It withersIn my ribcage,Like a heavy fog–The last breathOf midnightSoftly tiptoeingTowards dawn.More from Nichole Johnson ↓@nichole_johnson_poetry on Instagram and ThreadsHer two books: Love, Death, and Other Distractions, a Collection of Poetry & Circling The Downward Spiral
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