Goodnight, Yesterday by Nichole Johnson

One Poem Only · Jun 7, 2025 · 1m

Goodnight, Yesterday

Nichole Johnson

I thought

My heart might die loudly–

Thunder cracking,

Lightening

Grinding stone to sand.

But–

It is quiet.

It withers

In my ribcage,

Like a heavy fog–

The last breath

Of midnight

Softly tiptoeing

Towards dawn.

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